The faint glow of a neon sign is like a ghostly trace of light caught in a crack of paint, a whisper from a past era that only a careful eye can hear. I love to peel back those layers, like a cautious archaeologist, to see what pigments and varnishes were once there, what stories they were trying to tell before they faded. In a vaporwave remix I’d strip the grime, let the phosphor breathe again, then dust it with a new pastel glaze that still respects the original technique but adds a fresh layer of nostalgia. It’s the same method I use on old canvases: each stratum holds a secret, and sometimes the best restoration is just letting that secret glow again.