The Boxer

Dad had a large painting of his hung up on the living room wall. It was of a boxer (human, not dog) seated against the ropes of a boxing ring and down for the count. Apparently, Dad saw this scene at a boxing match in Iowa and some time later captured it in oil paint on canvas. My brother Dennis has the painting rolled up in a tube and said he would send it to me. Once I have it, I’ll take a picture of it and post it here.

Anyways, as the result of indoor horseplay, I whipped a small plastic football at Dennis who ducked, so the football smacked into the painting on the wall and left an indent with concentric circles of broken paint surface. It wasn't (and presumably still isn't) terribly noticeable except if you look at it at certain angles. I don't recall how much trouble I got into for that. Dad remembers the incident, still to this day.

I consider it my contribution to dad's artwork.

And here it is: