HOORAY FOR ME! I finally have a fucking BLARRG like millions of other narcissistic idiots out there...

I will be filling it with all sorts of nonsense that I personally find amusing, disgusting, entertaining and most likely a little boring. I may even use it as a platform to subject you to my personal artwork, just like EVERY other miserable, aspiring artist out there in internet land. I can't guarantee that it will be an enjoyable experience for you - what I CAN guarantee is that it won't change the world in anyway shape or form.

In fact, I feel kinda sorry for you for stumbling onto this little speck on the World Wide Web, with millions of BLOGS and PORN WEBSITES vying for your precious time, you're wasting it here reading dopey shit. GO AWAY! Do something productive...make a sandwich, build a blanket fort, sit on the toilet and actually read a BOOK...Christ, do anything but hang around here.

That being said, if you have accidentally stumbled onto this site, feel free to poke around and make a comment or two if so inclined. Maybe I'll respond...or not, depends on my mood that day.

I look forward to wasting your time. -KEMO

Monday, November 6, 2023

Johnny Gruelle and the Art of Beloved Belindy


My copy from 1960

In light of all our new-found 'wokeness', I thought I'd share this gem of a book from my collection of children's books that I have been collecting since my days in Art School. I haven't done any research on this one, but I feel pretty confident it's been 'cancelled' just like Disney's 'Song of the South', hidden from view in the hope that everyone will forget about it. And that's really a shame because it's your typical Raggedy Ann book (not that I'm a scholar in this area) and it's filled with wonderful little illustrations by Johnny Gruelle, whom I admire.

I was going to write a brief bio about Johnny Gruelle, but that's already been done. I figured, you could simply go to Wikipedia, like everyone else seems to do nowadays, so her's the link:


My goal for this post, was to share some beautiful illustrations from a book, most people never SEEN or heard of before...hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

 












Childhood memories/flashbacks, right here.







































... And for the record, I had a Raggedy Andy doll when I was a little brat, and I HATED it. I spent all my time punching it, and throwing it down the stairs. I LOVED the way he tumbled down our stairs. I would rush down the stairs, pick him up and then PUNCH 'the shit' outta him...then do it all over again. He creeped me out . . . what can I say.

 

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