Work in progress: how the tambarikôsy got its colours...

The name of my blog tends to bewilder people, and things don't seem to become much clearer to them when I translate it.



Tambarikôsy is simply the Malagasy word for chameleon, at least in the Anôsy Malagasy of the southeast of Madagascar. Basically named the blog that because I really like chameleons, Madagascar, and the sound of that particular word (pronounce tambareekush).

One day I'll write a post on chameleons, but for now here is a panther chameleon (Furcifer pardalis) I drew a couple of years ago finally – gradually – getting some colour...


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