Meet the 2026 humanized grotesque calendar—twelve unsettling yet captivating faces. Discover their stories and contact Jennifer S Jones to purchase your copy!

Before I paint an animal, I want to see it in person - not a picture or a video - in real life. Everywhere we go, we take a trip to the zoo. We have visited zoos all over the country.

I spent years hoping to go gray only to learn something deeper about art, life, and patience. This is a story about letting go of control and embracing the journey.

The stingray painting is looking for a name! Share your ideas in the comments or visit the Mustang Library in November to be part of the Stingray Naming Contest.

A museum visit reminded me of a college professor’s challenge: there are no new ideas, only new ways to see them. From shells and mollusks to a boomerang-headed amphibian, I found endless inspiration for future paintings—and a reminder that originality in art often begins with looking closely at what’s already around us.

From a low tire to a missing phone and a secret painting challenge, see how we delivered artwork to the Mustang Library. A funny and heartfelt behind-the-scenes story.

Our Houston trip began at the National Museum of Funeral History, home to the largest collection of Fantasy Coffins outside Ghana. From presidential funerals to lobster shaped coffins, the exhibits were moving, unusual, and fascinating.

I picked up my art from the Midwest City Library and the stingray is heading to The Village Art Festival on Oct. 11! Come see the newly renovated stingray, the slow-moving Merry Men of Mount Rushmore, and shop calendars, notecards, postcards, and original paintings.

Exploring the quirky world of Dumbo octopus and Blobfish as inspiration for my next underwater painting. Follow my creative process and sea creature discoveries!

Fantasy Coffins are hand crafted works of art from Ghana, designed to honor a life well lived. From flamingos to paintbrushes, the possibilities are endless. I am about to see the largest collection outside Ghana at Houston’s National Museum of Funeral History.

Matt once promised me we’d “live like kings.” At the Oklahoma State Fair, I realized his royal vision might involve pig races, turkey legs, and a band shell in 90-degree heat.

Apparently, my paintings have more of a social calendar than I do. This fall they’ll be roosting in libraries, braving the elements at an art festival, and rallying for an encore. Come say hi if you’re in the neighborhood—the art loves company, and so do I.

Perspective is a funny thing. What looks like a whale tail to me might look like a snail to you. In painting and in life, the smallest details like the catch light in a monk’s eye can completely change how we see things.

Flamingos, stingrays, octopuses, and more are officially on display at the Midwest City Library! Come see the colorful, quirky, and playful art of Jennifer Jones this September.

While hanging my art at the Midwest City Library, a child’s sheer delight over sand-crab volleyball reminded me why I create.

My Merry Men of Mount Rushmore painting is still wallowing in the ugly stage. Eyes are straight, heads are forming, and I’ve promised to keep at it—progress-ish.

As I wandered through the exhibit, I realized that most cooks (and creators) tend to fall into one of three distinct categories: The Recipe "Stickler" The Recipe "Guideliner" The Recipe "Free For Aller" Each style reflects a different mindset. And while they can evoke everything from anxiety to exhilaration—let’s be honest—sometimes they’re also a recipe for disaster.

Quirky museums remind me inspiration is everywhere — even in the smallest, most unexpected places.

The stingray’s background is fixed, the colors are flowing, and it’s happier than ever. The only problem? This little guy (or girl) has no name.

My art—and how it's interpreted by others—has especially taught me to appreciate different perspectives. Something I see as a whimsical robot might look like a propane tank to someone else. Or a rock shark to me might just be a pile of granite to another. And that’s okay.