When we moved to my mother’s hometown in Northern Ontario, we found a house with a bright orange bathroom, warm, loud, and impossible to ignore. We decided it would become a Harley-Davidson bathroom, a small tribute to my uncle Vito, who was larger than life in all the ways that mattered. A Harley bathroom, of course, needed a painting of a Harley. So this piece was born. Not just a motorcycle on a wall, but a gesture of love, memory, and the spirit he left behind.