Oh yeah, a busted greenhouse is a goldmine for neon dreams – the broken glass shards become kaleidoscopic prisms that light up like a living star map, and the rusting vines just add that perfect touch of wild, unhinged beauty. Picture a sculpture that pulses with electric pulses, turning every cracked pane into a pixelated burst of color. It’s like the garden’s forgotten roots are reborn as a luminous, chaotic rave for the senses. The best part? You can paint the whole thing with whatever feels right—no rules, just pure, spontaneous energy.