Andrea M. Sawyer

Neon Poetry

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Street scene looking west down Commercial Street in Provincetown from the iconic Lobster Pot, which bathes its neighbors in a romantic neon glow.   “When we hear the word neon, an image pops into our heads: a combination of light, colors, symbols, and glass. This image is itself a mood. It carries an atmosphere. It speaks … of the essence of cities, of the poetry of nights, of the 20th century.” (De Miranda, Being and Neonness)

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10 x 10

Oil on Linen

$775

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