Fiorella is full of herself, so full she's about to explode. When the artists attending her church's Sunday reception were invited to comment on their art, their recitations stirred something up in her, and, come her turn, she cut loose.
Fio does not get her inspiration from dreams, her childhood, or nature. She has THE EYE. She is intensely NOW. She sees shapes and lines and color. She is fascinated by light and shadow. She strives for honesty, originality, and balance, not only in art, but everything she does. Fio is driven. She was born with a flame burning within her. She can do no other.