There is something wicked in the neon images. Something sinful.
When I watch my artworks, I just see people without identity. No names, no numbers, no questions. It is just a dangerous night where these young people play a game. It is not a funny game, probably is dirty, probably is tragic.
Under the Neon Demons, there isn't ending. Of course, it ends when the Sunlight comes. But there is no ending at all because We never know what happens with the affair.