no risk. no story canvas 1

sold out but can paint you something similar. 48" x 48" acrylic, spray paint and gold leaf on gallery wrapped canvas.  r-i-s-k.  a noun.   a four-letter word; sometimes interchangeable with o-u-c-h (or f-u-c-where i’m going with this?). risk, hints the Web(ster), is exposure to the chance of injury or loss. a hazard. a dangerous chance. uncertainty. the discomfort of learning what we thought we knew.  see? ouch.  practically speaking, the risk index of my daily to-do list [energy drink, workout, paint, chipotle, repeat] is relatively low. i choose a brush, turn on spotify, curate color, and wordsmith canvases.   risk: low however, as a creator and small business owner, risk is assumed and, to be frank, wildly uncomfortable. even after twenty years of “my name’s kent, and i’m an artist,” showing my work to followers and clients triggers my notably overreactive sweat glands. nonetheless, this year, i dove into the deep end of exposure. i bet on myself. i took chances, which were, i belie