Neon Bunch began at Gods Own Junkyard, Walthamstow — a warehouse dense with artificial light, walls of glowing neon signs. The question it asks is simple: what happens to natural form when seen through artificial light?

Charcoal lines establish the skeletal structure of the bloom — precise, architectural, load-bearing. Around them, acrylic in a deliberately unnatural palette builds in layers: electric, dense, compressing the composition until the floral form is simultaneously legible and overwhelmed. Wax crayon adds a luminous, resistant surface that paint cannot fully cover — light held within the mark itself.

Not a flower as it exists in nature. A flower as neon sees it.