Jackson Pollock

It does one thing, and that one thing is to let you fling paint around the screen like you have been handed a digital studio and told not to worry about the floor.

There is no tutorial, no account, no seriousness, and no cleanup. You move the mouse and the page immediately rewards you with loops, splatters, drips, and accidental composition.

The appeal is how fast it collapses the distance between joke and genuine play. You arrive expecting a throwaway gimmick and then spend longer than you meant to making abstract nonsense.