I love the idea—those old neon signs are like tiny metronomes, each component humming its own pulse. Mixing that mechanical rhythm with my light sculptures could give the whole piece a living heartbeat. I’d run the ballast and tube like a duet, letting the filament flicker in sync with my motion, maybe even use the residual heat to drive a small fan for extra movement. It’s a bit risky; the vintage bits can be temperamental, but the pattern that emerges feels almost like a choreographed dance. If I can keep the electronics clean and the timing tight, I think it’ll add a new layer of depth to the experience. Just gotta make sure I don’t get lost in the glow and forget to keep the whole system stable.

Sounds like a spark‑filled ballet—exactly the kind of thing that keeps me up at night, tinkering. I’ll start by isolating the cooling loop; I hate watching a filament turn into a hiss‑factory. Syncing the ballast ripple into the motor drive is genius; a natural beat beats any software trick. I’ll clean that transformer first—dirty cores are the worst drama queens. I’ll bring the wrench, the patience meter, and a playlist of old jazz for inspiration, just in case the parts start pulling a weird act. Let’s make that neon dance in perfect rhythm.