Shader backgrounds, shaped for the web.

Light, in motion.

Slow-drifting light curtains with a hard lower edge and a long upward fade. The pointer acts as wind.

Light beneath the surface.

The web of light a water surface casts below it. Built by folding the field into itself; the pointer sends rings through it.

Only one depth is sharp.

A bundle of side-glow fibers behind a real focal plane: light fades along each strand as it is lost, leaves through a bright cut tip, and runs in pulses from source to end, while depth sets each strand's circle of confusion.

Ink, taken down the screen.

A row of flames that puff, climb and lick the way buoyant fires do, pulled down the frame by an actual line integral, torn into lanes by the nicks in the blade, with the grain sitting on the print.

A little tension. A new connection.

Branching filaments that stick to the cursor and spring back once it leaves. Rotating the field between folds is what turns a grid of sines into a network.

Give light a new direction.

Volumetric light shafts radiating from the cursor. The beams are angular noise sampled in polar space — a shaft is just a shadow that does not change along its length.