Spray Paint on canvas, stretched and ready to hang.
Signed on the front.
As a father of a teenage girl, I can’t help but worry whenever she goes out at night. The naive side of me hopes that one day, women will be able to walk alone at night without fear, but the realist in me knows that it is unlikely to happen - at least in my lifetime, but hopefully it will. There is also something beautiful about an old dilapidated alleyway that demands to be painted !