No risk. No reward. But we each have own our definition of those words. I do not choose to define them in any terms. Because they are fluid. Changing as we change. I choose to ebb and flow, to rise and fall, to wave and crash. I want to jump in and see where the current takes me.

So when the time came to pick up and move to Brasil, I approached the opportunity as one would approach the ocean. Walking along the sandy shore, feeling the stability of the earth beneath my feet. Then slowly as the waves rush over my feet, enveloping my legs, I walk farther out until the ground slips away and I am supported by pure movement. And so I gave myself over to the rhythm of Rio. To her risks, beauty, power, dangers and rewards. Back in New York City I was an antique dealer buying and selling pieces I knew, in a place that I could navigate to my own clients. But in Rio I was a true risk taker, buying things I didn't know in a place that was unfamiliar and not knowing if I'd have a clientele. Weekend mornings found me at the famous flea market at Praça Quinze. I dove into the rapids without charts or guides, but always kept my eye on the shore not wanting my ego to usurp my hustle. So with limited Portuguese and limitless hustle, I met dealers who introduced me to Brazilian Modernist furniture. Who took me to their shops, brought me on house calls and sold me pieces from their private collections. Quietly and confidently I purchased a large collection of important Brazilian mid century designer furniture. Piece by piece. I shopped throughout the city, in Cidade de Deus, Tijuquinha, Santa Teresa - I wanted to explore Rio and see all that she had to show me. Each piece I bought gave me an appreciation for the designers and architects of Brasil. Those who forged a path with their passion and intellect and hustle. Ten years later I still think of the lessons this taught me. For there are those who say, stick with what you know. But I say, how can you know if you don't go. x hkv