A Plucky Escape

My dear Daddy is a very musical man. His banjo was one of his prized possessions and he would often sit and pick out tunes on it after supper. When he turned 70, I thought it would be amusing to play Happy Birthday to him on it. Unfortunately the sherry had got the better of me and I strummed far too vigorously, putting it out of action and even drawing some blood so I put it outside before he found out. Here is a painting of that bittersweet memory.
I Snapped My Father’s Banjo String (2017)