Whether you associate the intoxicating visual phenomena that is neon with the world of fine art or the world of strip clubs, there's no denying there is something strangely addictive about those electric colored lights. London-based neon artist Chris Bracey certainly agrees, given that he's spent the past 40 years making and collecting all things neon.
they depict an artsy conceptual paradox, a commercial design or the
classic "Girls, Girls, Girls," Bracey's neon signs cater to that primal
urge within all of us to reach out and touch something shiny. His neon
haven, which he's christened "Gods Own Junkyard," combines the works'
heavenly glow with the seedy underbelly of their Las Vegas origins. His
crop features neons made by his father in the '50s jammed up against
neons plucked from Blockbuster movie sets or an art gallery. "It’s in my blood," he told Schon Magazine. "It’s like visual cocaine."
We spoke to the neon obsessive about his unusual addiction and passion for flashing lights.