Buy the book Growing Up Itchy Crisscrossing the mountain were a myriad of paths; winding and twisting like shredded lace across patches of windblown mountain grass. They ran through low areas, where cool aspen forests drank spring water that soaked up through the...
Buy the book Growing Up Itchy The mountain rested. Summer wound down like a falling helicopter seed – spinning its last spins as it rode the breeze. It was a loss of sorts. It could never go back up, but the fall was a beautiful thing. Ash and Grey were wandering the...
Buy the book Growing Up Itchy Grey sat on the ground on the hillside behind the little mountain house. He was working hard, oblivious to his surroundings. The rubber treads on the yellow tin bulldozer turned as he labored over a roadbed cut into the side of a mound of...
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Buy the book Growing Up Itchy That summer, Dad decided it was time to move into the house. It wasn't quite like other houses; you could see boards and insulation on the inside – but it was finished enough to live in. It had been wall-less; bare to the wind and weather...
This is the promo video for Growing Up Itchy. Music by Eddie Mathews
Even hamsters have performances, and this one has a case of performance anxiety. Drawn on the back of a church belletin.
Buy the book Growing Up Itchy Winter faded to nothing, and the white aspens around the spring blossomed with pale green leaves. The snow melted away, making the ground damp underneath its mat of last year's grasses. The yellow buttercups were back, and they sprinkled...
This is a rate with a backpack, drawn on the ipad. The gold ring in his ear suggests that he's a pirate of some sort, or perhaps he's a super-wealthy rat fallen on hard times, (now that he has to carry his own stuff.)
Buy the book Growing Up Itchy The mountains rested. Wintertime had come and the aspen leaves waited on the ground to receive their covering of snow. Grey and his family moved down to Curlew, a tiny town at the base of the mountain, where they were to live in a house....
I'd like to think this colored-pencil drawing started with good intentions, perhaps I started off drawing the boy as a bald baby. The date stamp on the image is about right for that. But it took a turn for the worse. And now the creepy stare cuts into your soul.
Buy the book Growing Up Itchy Grey stepped out of the trailer door, letting it bang shut behind him. Mom was inside making bread with Ash, and Grey's tummy growled. He was ready for lunch. He ignored the tiny gnats flickering around his head and reached for his...
An over-the-top happy dinosaur I drew for the kids. They really were "into" dinosaurs at one point.
Buy the book Growing Up Itchy The old pale yellow Datsun shuddered as it came to a stop, heater roaring under the dash. Sleep dissipated, and Grey struggled up from the cracked vinyl seat. Impressions of plastic leather stitching ran across the side of his face. His...
Buy the book Growing Up Itchy The shiny black propeller whirled like the misty dust devils out in the desert. Grey watched it spin and felt the vibrations travel up his arm. His knuckles whitened as they gripped the airplane's round body. “Don't drop that, I won't...
An old storybook panda drawing from 2009. Colored Pencils on paper.
This is the official online version of this book. You can purchase this book here in hardcover or paperback. The 1880’s and the 1980’s collide in a series of reluctant adventures; a riveting tale of introversion, retroversion, and excursion. You’ll enjoy this story of...
I drew this back in 2013 using an a drawing app on the ipad. We had 6 hens living in our backyard at the time and we all caught "chicken fever" there for awhile.