In a poignant kind of way there sits one last Target shopping cart. Amidst the dust and crashing of what was just a year ago a sparkling brand new bright red department store with three giant red balls at the entrance.
I remember walking down those fresh polished lanes with fully stocked shelves with brand new merchandise. I also remember being the only one in that sprawling massive white elephant that never ever seemed to gain any traction in the Canadian retail environment. A massive and colossal failure on every level, from the very inception to executive (supposed to know these things) who implemented the design and build of all those Target stores. And there they sat. Empty behemoths that could not be saved even with Starbucks at the front doors.
We are asked to put so much faith into the decisions of the elite, the business know it alls, of course, they should know better. Then there’s the story of all those employees whose jobs were doomed right from the hiring date.
There have been others since. Sears...how I bite my tongue and resist a rant about that bunch, pilfering the pensions accumulated over lifetimes, so executives could be kept on board to completely pound that business into oblivion. But I digress.
There you sit, you lonely red shopping cart. You intended to carry groceries and merchandise to people’s cars for decades and you were so excited for your new life...and now it’s over. There you sit. The last remaining remnant of what was touted to be the next big retail thing in Canada.
It could be a painting. Like my lonely twisty pines, or an island in the middle of a pond. I’m so glad the paintings stand a better chance at survival. In fact, they will outlive Target, Sears, the buildings, the people and everything else. Because they are paintings.
The Artists Journey
This is my blog page and it is where I get to be the opinionated man that I really am. The views are my own.
I invite your replies and comments, on my virtual welcome mat.
This sketch above became this finished painting below
The Pine Tree Painter.
How did I become known as the Pine Tree Painter? You could say I paint a lot of Pine Trees, that would be true. I paint a lot of other things too, but Pine Trees, Spruce Trees, Birch and others seem to be a continuous string in what i do. I just like the way they stand there like a custodian of the land. or a greeter to nature. So, I continue down the path with the Pine Tree Painter name on my head, It's ok.