Living in a downtown Tucson store front, My teenage nights were enchanted by rusted porcelain neon signs... Across the street sat the Manhattan Club, with her projecting neon sign pulling defenseless over endulgers to their certain decay..
I also couldn't resist the neon lullaby as I'd gaze from my loft and reshape those neon Manhattan letters into flowers, scrolls, firework bursts, and simple overpowered grids... What a medium! Light! Bendable light!
I had to give it a go.. I read everything i could find about this century old art, craft, & technology.. I lived design and expression, on 2 wheels or 2 feet, rolling with the clouds, I painted everything near my path....
So,, upon moving to creativity-heaven (San Francisco), I convinced a sign supplier to sell glass, electrodes, and transformers to me.
I built crude fires from propane plumbers torches, I…
- Joined July 9, 2012