Twenty years after the end of the industrial revolution, a small brick building was established in Comfort Texas. Over the last century, this building has been a home, a bar, a barber shop, a gallery. This little space surrounded by loads of red brick has been given opportunity upon opportunity to be something beautiful.
Maybe we aren't that much different from our building. After two years of being open in Boerne Texas, we shut our doors and re-opened them in Comfort, Texas. We were given chance after chance to be a beautiful place in Boerne and now we are given chance after chance to be that in Comfort. Every day, we are faced with new opportunities to be a sacred space for you to step foot into. Every day, we get up and we love what we do and we send up prayers of gratitude for the chances we are given to make life beautiful. We've been open for three years. I'd say that's about 1,095 second chances. And we are looking forward to every opportunity to bring beauty to you in 2017.
May you take chance upon chance to make your life beautiful this new year.
December 22, 2016 By Nakita Bickle
May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven around the heart of wonder. -John O'Donohue
A year ago, we asked a question to everyone who walked into Intermezzo Gallery. They wrote down their answer on scraps of paper and left them hanging for others to see.
What inspires you? The more I asked this question, the more surprised I grew at how simple each answer was. Things like children, kindness, and spring flowers. They were naming those little things they were grateful for. Then it hit me. Gratitude inspires. It's the very things we are grateful for that inspire our passions and dreams. Gratitude gives us the faith to pursue what we love. Gratitude is what makes the things of every day life sacred.
Thank you everyone who participated in our inspiration board.
Here's a look back at a few of your inspirations for this sacred season.
"A new day!"
"The Little Things!!"
"Sunlight, new spring flowers & kisses."
"Late night conversations."
"I love this shop because it has elephants in it." -Kinnley, 5 yrs old
If you didn't make it last year, comment below & let us know what inspires you today.
December 1, 2016 By Nakita Bickle
I wrote a poem last night. All of my pent up emotions from the last year exploded onto paper. It happens every fall. Maybe it’s something about how I feel safe with the blanket of grey clouds over my house and I can’t ignore myself for a second longer. I take a deep breath, I reach inward and I begin to tie up all those loose ends of the year. To me, this is the beginning of fall.
I’ve been thinking about art and how it turns us inward. I’m not a therapist by any means, but I do make art. And when fall begins to turn me inward, I begin to nervously twiddle with the threads of my life. And when I begin to twiddle in this way, tying and untying knots, I reach for art. I massage my fingers. I shuffle my feet. I make a cup of tea. I write a line or two. I paint a fragile stroke of grey. Tight knots and loose knots. I rub them between my fingers. The fragments of my life are a security blanket to me. But the cold still gets through.
I have to start somewhere. I have to take one thread at a time. I choose one, the longest one. I tripped on it just this morning because it has unraveled so far. I finger it from beginning to end. It’s too long to tie up, I need to cut this one. Just a slight trim. I pull out my scissors and begin to cut a paper snow flake. Snip! The thread falls to the floor and disappears, melting away like a real snowflake. My heart gives a sigh of relief. I needed to let go of that. Now for the next thread. But I’m exhausted. I’ll make some more tea, or perhaps some coffee with turmeric or pumpkin in honor of the new season. Then I’ll start again. I’ll tie up the next one, then the next. One thread at a time. However long it takes. Fall is on my side and art will hold my hand along the way.
November 4, 2016 By Nakita Bickle