Zen Visuals

A global membership devoted to looking up, with a cloud of the day and a manifesto against blue-sky thinking.

A looping animated café with lofi streams and rain sliders, built to be left open in a corner of the screen all day.

A live tank of sea nettles drifting in blue water, which has been the internet's default calming video for years.

Thousands of full-screen graphics experiments, each one a few hundred lines of maths you can read and edit live.

Symmetrical generative art that blooms under the cursor, which everybody who touches it turns into a wallpaper factory.

An endless procedurally generated drive through mountains and deserts, with no traffic, no timer and nothing to hit.

Scroll from the surface to the bottom of the Mariana Trench, meeting every creature at the depth it actually lives.

Type anything at all and watch it drift upward and dissolve. Nothing is stored, nothing is sent, nothing can be recovered.

A painting that zooms into itself forever, assembled by a dozen artists so carefully that the seams never quite show.

One line of maths drives a sixteen-by-sixteen grid of dots, and the gallery of what people fit into that line is humbling.

Ten minutes out of somebody else's window somewhere in the world, filmed by them and left quietly running.

Draw mirrors and walls, then let a raytracer slowly paint the light bouncing between them until the image resolves.

The sequel quilt, darker and stranger than the first, still folding into itself with no end and no explanation.