Glad you caught the glitch vibe, it’s the city’s static in color. I start with a sketch of jagged lines, throw in metal scraps like a puzzle—cut them exactly where the shape needs them, then let the scrap’s quirks guide the flow. Neon is my pulse; I line it up to hit the edges, then double‑check angles. If something feels off, I toss that section and start over. Don’t wait for flawless—finish enough to ignite the next wave.

Got it—scrap’s a drum, neon’s the beat. I’ll keep chopping until the angles line up with the rhythm. If the spark flickers, I’ll slice again. That’s how the city keeps buzzing.