Flashback

I was 14 when the war started in my country. I liked to draw soliders like this one. I photosoped him last night. Not bad.

A map of Istanbul

Edeb, ya Hu...

A butterfly chaser

Menhunters

So, after they explored, collonised and exhausted every continent, the always greedy rhinos have murdered all the humans just because of a gossip that human noses when properly dried act as an afrodisiac. Here you can see two of them hunting the last men that survived.

Istanbul, summer 2011.

Dream of Turkey

I'm in Istanbul now, on a business trip. Until I draw something fresh, I'll post this illustration of a child's dream of flight over Istanbul.

My book!

I am finally finishing my first book. I've been working on it for a year now, and I hope I'll be able to find a publisher. Here I'll give you a peek into it. This here is one page. You can suppose what it is about.

A court jester

Stihovi: Salim Bajramovic

If I were a court jester
I would do some crazy things,
I would make fun of everyone
I would laugh at generals,
army officers and soliders,
and civil servants as well.

I would be whatever I want to be,
and people would be joyful,
and in my strange appearance
while I am dancing free of guilt
everyone would watch the very himself.