A grid of extruded concrete slabs that shatters and re-forms as you descend. Hard shadows. One orange accent. Nothing centered, nothing soft.
№ 001 — Field Study / Reinforced GridOn mass, restraint,
and the single accent.
We treat a screen the way a brutalist treats concrete: as structure you can feel the weight of. No gradients pretending to be light, no soft cards apologising for taking up space — only mass, shadow, and rhythm.
This page is a field of sixty-six extruded slabs. At rest they lock into a grid — a monolith you read top-down. As you scroll, the field detonates: each slab tumbles on its own axis, casting hard, un-softened shadow across the ground plane, before the whole structure heals back into place. Motion here is never decoration. It carries the one idea the page is about — that order and rupture are the same material seen at different moments.
The palette is deliberately starved. Concrete grey on ink black, a single reinforced orange — the colour of rust, of hazard tape, of a beam catching late sun. One accent, held with discipline, does more work than a dozen. Everything else earns its place through weight, spacing, and the honest geometry of the grid.
Built as a single Three.js scene, gated behind an immersive loader, revealed in hard, deliberate steps. Nothing centred, nothing soft — architecture, not ornament.
Mass over ornament
One accent, held
Grid, then break it
Motion with intent