A frosted glass ring drifting among pastel slabs over warm peach, every edge splitting the light that passes through it.

Black chrome cubes floating weightless in a bright studio — shove them aside, or grab one and fling it.

Seven slabs of gradient glass turning around an empty centre, rainbow-fringed wherever they overlap.

A monkey bust cast in smoky glass, the studio floor bending and splitting into rainbow through every fold.

Red pushpins hanging in soft grey space, bowing out of the way as the cursor passes.

A bronze statue emerging from black, back-lit by a glowing ring that never stops turning.

Three shipping containers stacked in a clean white studio — painted steel, bare-metal fittings, one soft key.

A Jenga tower standing in infinite white — knock it down with a click, and watch it rebuild itself.