Welcome to Bella Tre

Bella (Beautiful) Tre (Three) is our blog. Three Italian/Irish-American sisters, three lives, three perspectives. We are using this to connect to one another and the world. This is where we share our day-to-day experiences and reflections. We hope through our posts, you will witness our love and acceptance for one another. One wasn’t enough, not even two, but the beauty was found in Bella Tre.

My Teeny Tiny David

david  This is my drawing of Michelangelo’s David.  I hung it in one of the hallways in my house.  During a recent visit from friends and family, a couple of my family members extended generous compliments and praise over my interpretation.  I was excited that they even recognized who it was, and that my attempt to recreate something came through with familiarity.  However, if I placed this charcoal covered printer paper next to the original sculpture, I would hardly imagine it would get any attention at all.

My sister, Jessica, traveled to Italy last year and her comments included something like this, “I could have stood there all day if my friend didn’t want to leave”.  WOW!  Could you imagine standing in front of anything for THAT long?  It must be quite remarkable!  As much as I long to see it one day, she must have really been able to see more than I would expect.  Her stories make me want to face one of my biggest fears and fly across the ocean to get some understanding of what is so captivating!

In August last Summer, I traveled to St. Augustine, Florida.  Jeff, Mackenzie, my Mom and I all got the privilege of dwarfing ourselves against an exact replica.  The plaque bragged of it’s being 1 of only 2 in the world that came from the exact quarry that the original’s marble was found.  It was built in exact specs, and Ripley’s Believe it or Not Museum was displaying David modestly in the bushes.  They had to place the statue out of view from the streets, because this sculpture was causing accidents on the main road!  If the replica is this astonishing, the original must really stop people in their tracks! DSC07355

While driving down the interstate one day, I began thinking about these things.  As a Christian, I can give my very best explanation of Christ.  His beauty.  His depth.  But, no matter how articulate I am or how talented I am at painting a picture of Him, there are no words or medium that can express what someone experiences when they stand before Him themselves.

So, for all you that find Christians repulsive…  Just remember- these are our million 8 1/2 x 11 inch computer paper interpretations of a One-of-a-Kind 14.2 x 17 ft Magnum Opus!  Our human flaws and judgement could be your plane ride over the ocean.  We have kept you from the experience of your life, and we are sorry that we have failed you.  So, Please… Go!!!  See for yourself!  It is way more amazing than we can ever duplicate!  Maybe, with new and increasing amounts of experiences- we can make our “Davids” bigger and better and show the discouraged who Christ TRULY is to this World!


Choosing Happiness.

Ugh. I don’t know what is wrong with me today. I can’t quite snap out of this groggy, grumpy mindset. I slipped on the stairs a few days ago and hurt my lower back considerably. Nothing was broken and I am not seriously injured, thankfully, but it’s been quite painful and inconvenient. I haven’t been able to move around very much, and I have a limited range of motion which makes getting anything on my lengthy To Do List accomplished nearly impossible. Talk about stress! I don’t know if it is fortunate or unfortunate that this happened during my spring break. I didn’t get to do much of anything I was anticipating, but then again if this happened while classes were in session, I would have missed a considerable amount of school and definitely would have fallen behind from not being able to work on my projects.

However, my slight injury has given me a renewed appreciation for my health, and also has given me a glimpse into a life that many people deal with on a daily basis. How do these people battling with injury and disease swallow these unfavorable circumstances to lead fulfilling and happy lives? It’s a choice. It’s an opportunity. It’s an attitude. As psychologist William James put it, “The greatest discovery of any generation is that a human can alter his life by altering his attitude.”

Well, that’s good news! Let’s all just choose to be happy! If only it was so simple. But it kind of is that simple, isn’t it? So why do we choose fear? Why do we choose worry? It’s true that some of us are wired differently. The chemistry in some of our brains increases the likelihood of depression and anxiety. I personally have, and still do, struggle with both anxiety and depression. Do I consider myself a depressed person? Not usually. I believe it is important to feel these emotions when they occur and reflect on what may be causing them. These extra hurdles some of us have to jump can be quite exhausting and all-consuming at times.

Luckily, I have an outlet through writing, but mostly art-making that allows me to actively and quite literally expel some of this negativity from my body and onto a canvas or page. I highly recommend this to ANYONE. It doesn’t matter if you have “no artistic abilities” (which you totally do, you just may not have recognized it in yourself yet), just make a fucking mess. Fling some paint, scribble with crayons or markers, cut out magazines to make silly collages, pound your fists in some clay. Let go of fear and any expectations of yourself. I guarantee you that it will feel good. No one has to see your work. No one even has to know you did it.

For me, the first step to happiness is acknowledging these negative emotions, reflecting on them, and then trying to make sense of them. I usually make art from an intuitive place, and it manifests itself in an abstract manner. I may be experiencing a lot of negative emotion and anxiety, but somehow I am able to look at my “problems” from a more objective point of view as the artist then I would be able to as the victim.

There is a quote from a television show that I have always loved and identified with that says, “We make art with all our selves.” This doesn’t mean all of ourself, per se. It means all the different people we are, all the different mindsets and personalities we contain, work together to make a piece of art. Just writing about this, along with some happy music of course, has already made the little black rain cloud overhead begin to dissipate.

This morning I had a choice. I woke up feeling negative emotions- fear, rejection, frustration, anger, resentment, sadness, confusion…While part of me wanted to dwell on that, the larger part of me knew that I don’t need or really want to harbor all that negativity for the rest of the day. I chose to get my ass out of bed, make some strong coffee, and write it out. While I didn’t address any of my specific issues in writing (sorry I don’t know that I’m THAT comfortable yet), I acknowledged these negative emotions and thoughts, briefly reflected on them, and directly them out through the keys on my computer. According to Rick Hanson, neuropsychologist and author of Hardwiring Happiness, our brains are wired to scout for all that’s bad — as he puts it, the brain is like velcro for negative experiences and teflon for positive ones. This “negativity bias” causes the brain to react intensely to bad news, compared to how it responds to good news. But we can counter the brain’s negativity bias — which triggers us to form stronger bad memories than good ones — by appreciating and lingering on those tiny, positive moments.

I don’t mean this entry to be preachy, and this wasn’t really my intention at all when I sat down to write, but it’s something I needed to remind myself. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I will go paint some “happy trees.”


I try to ignore it,
Yet, it still persists.
Facial spasms
and checked-off lists.
I try not to,
but I reminisce,
of lingering glances
and late night trysts,
of extended fingers
and tightly clenched fists.
Though I try,
I just can’t dismiss
That I’m hanging on
by mere finger tips.
My feet are dangling
off this precipice.
The fear is crippling,
But curiosity insists.
My heart never remembers…
But my head never forgets.

“I’ve Got My Tight Pants On!”

Yes, I realize the song is probably going through your head right now.  Hopefully it brings a smile with it as you mentally picture Jimmy Fallon and Will Ferrell singing and dancing in their tight, white pants.

1336749297165.cachedIt makes me smile… well, as long as I’m thinking about them.

If I stop and think about myself and how MY pants are getting tighter (again), it makes me hope everyone is not talking about them!  Of course that’s being completely self-absorbed, isn’t it?  I don’t want to worry about whether people think my pants are too tight… whether they’re too lose… or even if they’re just right… I just want to be COMFORTABLE in them.

And by saying that, I really mean I want to be comfortable being ME.  For far too long (and by that, I mean basically the majority of my 34 years of life), I’ve worried about what others think about me.  Worrying about things like the following (they’re not necessarily in any particular order and also don’t cover all of my insecurities, but you’ll get the point): my weight, appearance, intellect, creativity or lack thereof, ability to relate to others, ability to express myself, whether I’m being a good wife/mom/daughter/sister/teacher/friend/Christian, etc. or just being “successful” in life overall.

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