A portfolio that claims range has to prove it, not list it. So the argument is the page itself: one real object, modeled and solved and shipped, carrying every claim the copy would otherwise have to make.
The argument for hiring me, made by the page rather than stated on it.
A list of skills is a claim. An object is evidence. The hero is a real infinity cube: a physical fidget toy filmed on the bench, its mechanism derived as an overconstrained spatial linkage, re-authored in CAD, then baked into a collision-verified 828-frame loop and driven from the scroll position. It proves CAD, computational geometry, kinematics and WebGL at once, because it is all four.
Seven beats, each carrying exactly one thought and one artifact. Depth is opt-in: the visitor picks the thread they care about instead of being walked through everything. The hero says a little on purpose. Restraint is what makes the rest feel chosen rather than endured.
True black, bone white, and a single signal red, with a rule that red marks exactly one thing per view. Everything else is hairlines and negative space. The engineered feel comes from what is withheld, not from what is added; it is the discipline, not the palette, that keeps it from looking like every other dark tech template.
Device tiers are a guess made once at load. They punish a touchscreen laptop and do nothing for a phone that throttles two minutes in. The hero measures its own frame times and steps quality down when it misses budget, in order, without oscillating. The mesh ships Draco-compressed at a twentieth of its authored size and decodes off the main thread, so the argument loads before the visitor loses interest.
What was decided, in the order it was decided. The how stays on my bench — but the reasoning is the part worth showing anyway.

