Her small hands wrapped in a bundle of wires.

Her fingers embellished with crimson needle pricks.

She bites her lip as she intricately sews computer wires to the hand-made corset; an original creation.

Senior Alessandra Maiorano securely tucks her sandy blonde hair behind her ear and puts down the needle and thread.

She rubs her aching wrist, where she hopes to someday get “amen fashion” tattooed.

As more people surround the small, congested art table, she picks up her needle and turns up her music to drown out the clamorous distractions around her.

Everyone around her hears the faint “La Dispute” music pouring out of her headphones.

Everyone around her sees the aptness radiate from her as she punctures the garment with the needle once again.

Everyone around her knows that there’s something noteworthy about her that not all people have.

“Art is my main creative and therapeutic outlet; it’s how I deal with a lot of my inner feelings,” Maiorano said.

She puts up intimidating front to those she doesn’t know, but the wall is easily breached by anyone who asks her about her artwork.

Her eyes light up like a sparked match as soon as she begins to eagerly ramble about what she’s making.

She hesitantly describes herself as confused.

Her friends describe her as passionate and dedicated.

She sees her future as opaque.

Her friends portend her future to be successful, because they know it’ll be fueled by her undeniable passion.

At the naive age of 17, Maiorano has something that not many kids her age do: an amplifying devotion that can’t be depreciated or taken from her.