My attention is always to accurate detail, light and shadow, struggle and vicious restraint, brilliant color and deepest blackness, unbearable pain and gloating triumph, portraying the richness of the scene to capture just a moment in time.

I started this discipline when I was a child, it was within me, then at a later age became a way to live independently, as I began to get compensated by it.

I was born in Tuscany. Florence is my city.

I have had many sitters/patrons form all over the world; I could list their name alphabetically, some get a tremendous kick from that, some are people of great achievement and powers according to the criteria of western society; to me ultimately human beings, this great mystery! They are the source and the muse of my amazement and awe. The same way to Canaletto e Tintoretto, were the “vedute” of Venice canal grande.

Each of my sitters has been done to my best ability to understand their essence or that part of them that, for a brief moment of communion, has moved me to love them.

I lived in many places: Florence, London, New York and belonged to none.

When I was a girl I did some tedious classical studies so I have learned Latin, zero Greek, much History and Philosophy, not to mention art and the vast world of literature and poetry.

It was the curiosity and the fervor of knowledge as a young woman in Oxford that took me to a life long study of human expressions.

I live a very simple life and enjoy small beautiful things; miracles ignited by light, infinitesimally small, things that could only be grasped in stillness of the soul.

I am, still now, moved by the lucidity of an eyelash when hit by the light and its texture, or the inner thoughts, the way they write on the muscles of the face intimate and mysterious codes of moods.

Light and dark is my theme.

In this dialogue I find, and will always find, solace.