what’s my why?
the world is full of events and things to do that claim to be authentic, creative, game-changing, innovative, inspiring and paradigm-shifting. they all sound great – but that’s not what i’m hoping for …
i want fall down, crazy stupid love. i want to be surrounded by activity that is alluring, beguiling, blazing, bursting, epic, frenzied, ravenous and volcanic. i want passion to erupt.
every day. but most of the time i’m afraid to let you know.
i want to lift heavy things and then lift more. i want to impress with feats of skill and strength. i want to do one more of anything than you – while at the same time screaming at you to do one more than me.
i want to wake up even when i’m tired. i want the mirage of failure to be check-mated by the exhilaration of self rescue. i want the tingle of words on my tongue, but the comfort to keep them to myself.
i want to fit in, by standing out.
i want to know that the hardest fifteen minutes of my day are against myself. i want to sweat early and eat often. i want sore muscles and wide awake nerve endings.
i want to ascend higher than i thought i could yesterday. i want yesterday and the path followed to never be thought of. i want tomorrow to be an anticipation of new adventures.
i want to be a part something.
i sweat for the one next to me.
i want those who see things as i do to pin their ears back and take off toward the finish line with me. i want them to hinge their bets and go all in on their own self. nor hesitation. no regrets.
i want them to pull me up when i slip in the mud. i want them to reach out when the quick sand seems real. i want to be one of many.
i want to sweat because others need to sweat.
i want to feel alive.
i’m kenT and i’m an artist and, but not the tortured kind.
i make one of a kind paintings, no two are exactly the same. some are large, some are small. some have words, some have none.
i am on a mission to make the walls of your home, office or secret lair as colorfully composed as you are.