THE Entertainment center

Once upon a time there was a massive entertainment center.

It was lovely, functional and pretty much kept to itself, quietly holding everything the family loved to enjoy...board games, family photos, televisions, game consoles, books and memorabilia.

The entertainment center stayed the same, stoic and steadfast, while the world around it changed.  Its doors never sagged, its lights always twinkled when turned on, and it kept its contents safe and sound.

​No one noticed how aged it was.  How outdated.  How televisions had grown to a size that would no longer fit in its arms.  No one noticed how the styles had changed and how HGTV  and those rascally Property Brothers had made wall-mounted televisions the new fad.  The entertainment center had become irrelevant.

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​When the family decided to move, they realized the entertainment center would not fit in their new home.  So they began a concerted effort to find an adopted family for their beloved entertainment center.   They praised it on Craigslist.  They listed its virtues to neighbors.  They offered its amazingness to Habitat for Humanity.   No one wanted the aged behemoth.  

The family decided to try to coax the aging hardwood beast to the curb for bulk pick-up day.  Nothing would move it from its rooted position, bolted to the walls and weighted with the years.  

So, with heavy hearts, the family called a junk man.  The junk man arrived and eyed the beast with wariness....waving a price sheet and predicting massive volume and labor and cost.   With much wailing and moaning and gnashing of teeth, the family pulled out a credit card.  What a surprise when they became riveted to the live action of watching two men wrestle the beast, moaning and groaning and gnashing their own teeth as they fought the kraken and the kraken fought back, gripping the wall and the sides and the floor for hours.

Even in its last moments, the entertainment center provided entertainment, going out with gusto and leaving a trail of sawdust and sweat.  The junk man declared it the most fearsome entertainment center of all time and hauled it away in his junk-hauling truck.   

The family, in honor of the beast, decided NEVER to invite an entertainment center into their home again, preserving its one-of-a-kind memories for all time.

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Though blog posts will continue in December without new paintings, Malarkey Art Headquarters and Pongo Shipping Services are closed for the month as the Great Westward Migration commences.   If an original painting here or at Artfinder has grabbed your heart and left you white-knuckled in fear of it flying away, you may still purchase!  It will be shipped once unpacked in Oregon.

However, if your needs are holiday driven and time-sensitive, please enjoy art in re-printed form at Red Bubble or Fine Art America.