IvoryIvory paper, black letters, a bright orange, soft shadows. Crisp and warm.
NightBlue-black, two halos drifting from orange to violet, wide letters, a film grain.
PosterTwo printing colours on cream paper: a red, a blue, a screen of dots, poster capitals printed a hair off.
BrutBlack, white, one yellow. Huge capitals, a thin grid, printer's marks. Nothing else.
PaperKraft, a torn sheet held by tape, an italic serif, words underlined by hand, the wobble of frame-by-frame.
PastelNight blue, peach and green in oil pastel: the stroke catches the paper, the edges crumble.
BlueprintThe blue of an architect's drawings: a fine grid, arrowed dimensions, objects in outline, words drawn rather than filled.
GlassFrosted glass over colours that flow: translucent cards, a glint on their rim, quiet lettering.
ProIndia inkClear water on warm white paper: veils of black ink sink slowly through it, your colour as a second ink, a fine serif drawn in Japan.
ProInk cloudDark water lit from above: your colour rises through it in plumes with a milky white, letters in an old-style italic.
ProNeo-brutalismA cream page with dots, bold flat colours ringed in a thick black line with a hard offset shadow, huge capitals. Everything slams and snaps into place on a stiff spring.
ProBauhausA poster set on its grid: grained paper, a disc, a bar and a triangle in primary colours that recompose themselves, plain geometric letters. Your colour takes the place of a primary.
ProArt decoA jewellery hall in the deepest tone of your colour, framed in gold: gilded capitals a sheen crosses, fans and rising suns, everything symmetrical. Your colour as enamel.
ProComic bookA printed page: cream paper, dot screens, an inked line heavy on the shadow side, comic lettering in capitals; your colour is the second ink, printed a hair off register.
ProKinetic typeType is the picture: a very heavy grotesk on paper, giant outlined words drifting behind, letters that fall, squash and change width.
ProNeon glowA brick wall at night, glass tubes with a white-hot core and a saturated halo whose light spills on the wall, a wet street reflecting it; your colour is one of the gases.
ProPixel artThe film becomes a video-game level in real pixels: a dithered sky, scrolling hills, pixel fonts, game windows, a game's palette where your colour has three shades.
ProASCII artEverything is characters: the picture read again as signs on a grid, printed in ink on paper, your colour as a second ink; frames drawn in text lines, a ruler and a status line.
ProRetro VHSA 90s home video played back from a cassette: a sunny room filmed by hand, the titler's big letters, the camcorder's display, and the tape that wobbles, bleeds and tears at the bottom of the screen.
ProArchitect's drawingA real print dyed in your colour, mottled, folded in four, drawn before your eyes: letters plotted in outline, cards and objects in dimensioned white lines, a title block, a sliding ruler.
ProIsometricA model seen from above at true angles, with no perspective: a gridded floor that glides, blocks in your colour, cards as thick slabs, 3-D objects set at the same angle, crisp lettering.
ProPaper cutoutLayers of thick paper laid one over another, each with its soft shadow: cut or torn edges, the paper's fibre, letters cut out, cards as sheets, objects of folded paper, and everything sways a little.
ProSplit flapA departures board: each letter on its black hinged flap, your key words on flaps of your colour, and everything turns over with a clack, letter after letter; the cards are panels of the board.
ProPhysicsA laboratory: letters and cards have weight, they fall, bounce, stack and come to rest straight to be read; a floor, graph paper, a marble in your colour rolling by.
ProParticlesEverything is grains: words, cards and pictures are made of thousands of points of light that never quite stand still, over a nebula with its filaments, light shafts and soft bokeh.
ProLiquid morphA flat liquid in your colour: drops that join and part at the edges of the frame, round lettering, and pieces where shapes flow into one another before coming back sharp.
ProHaloThe language of our home page: a white ground, a soft field read through a ramp of colours (yours at its heart), seen through fluted glass, ink letters with a coloured rim and cards floating on a glow.