Black brush lettering design reading take the risk, in a loose script style on a white background, with no body placement shown.

Take the risk brush lettering design

Lettering · Black and grey · Flash

The image shows the words take the risk written in bold black brush script on a plain white background, with the lines staggered diagonally. The strokes are thick and varied, with visible brush texture, tapering ends and some open spacing between letters. The design is entirely black ink on white, with no colour and no body shown.

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Mo had the tin of black gouache wedged between her knees when the van took the first hairpin above the pass, and the brushes rolled in their wrap across the dashboard like something alive. The letters for the chapel board were already drawn in pencil on the back seat, folded inside a tea towel. She kept one hand on the wheel and the other flat on the tin, because the road had no barrier here and the drop was the colour of wet slate.

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Dafydd Pryce had ordered the board in March. "Something to make the young ones look up," he'd said, standing in the chapel porch with his cap in his hands, and he had not said what it should say, only that he would know it when he saw it. She had sent him three sketches. He sent back a postcard of the old road with one word circled in biro: nothing. So she had gone with the words that had been pinned above her own bench for a year, scribbled by a customer's daughter on the back of a napkin: take the risk.

At the summit the cloud lifted. She pulled into the lay-by where the sheep stood in the road and unfolded the drafts on the bonnet. The staggered lines looked right on paper and wrong in the wind, the words tipping down the board as if they meant to walk out onto the hill. She loaded the flat brush, pressed it until the hairs fanned, and drew the first stroke of the t the way her old teacher had taught her, one breath, no going back.

The ink ran in the cold and dried to a grey sheen, and she did not fix it. Dafydd would see the board on Sunday, read it twice, and ask whether it was meant to slope like that. She would tell him yes. The sheep watched her from the verge with the patience of animals who had seen worse roads.