“Some sign contracts. I sign shadows.”
For 30 years, I didn’t just design—I encoded. Every time a client stiffed me on credit, I smiled. Then I hid my name where they’d never see it. In pixels. In chrome. In shadows and reflections. I didn’t watermark—I wove it. Like Da Vinci before me, I left fingerprints only the sharp would ever find.
Now I’m pulling back the veil. This isn’t just a look into my past. It’s the birth of NeoShade—my visual language for a future shaped by code, beauty, and betrayal.
NeoShade isn’t a theme—it’s a realm.
Think: chrome cities lit by neon gods, ambient AI-designed symmetry, glass streets reflecting secrets.
This world is wrapped in digital fog, alive with pulsing circuitry and luminous architecture. No lines are straight. Everything curves like thought. Neon isn’t just light—it’s code made visible.
This is the new noir—slick, sentient, seductive.
Caption: NeoShade City — where light and logic collide.
You’ll see the women—if you’re looking.
Not posed. Not loud. They’re ghosts in the metal, silhouettes in reflection, bodies dissolved into architecture.
This is elegance, not porn. These muses form columns, flicker in lighting, and appear just long enough to make you wonder if you imagined them.
They’re the soul of the machine.
Caption: She’s there. Look again.
Three times. Every piece.
Sometimes in a neon sign.
Sometimes in the circuitry.
Sometimes in the reflection of a window you forgot was there.
My name’s not stamped—it’s encrypted.
You either find it… or you weren’t meant to.
Caption: Find JonnyG — three times. If you can’t, you weren’t meant to.
This isn’t nostalgia. This is revenge in neon.
Da Vinci left secrets in paintings.
I buried mine in code, light, and chrome.
And now, with NeoShade AI, I’m resurrecting it all—cleaner, bolder, sharper.
The future isn’t coming.
It’s hidden. And you just found it.
