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 the defenseless overindulgent to 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 over
powered 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 me glass, electrodes, and transformers. I built crude fires from propane plumbers torches, I drilled rows of holes in copper pipe for a ribbon burner… Clueless about “bending” glass, I struggled for days to created 2 intertwined curving tubes. Pumped by a kind neon gal in Oakland, My first piece was created as a wedding gift to my dear younger sister…. And so I began……