No. 052, in eight platesFormula One of Tomorrow

These eight plates are drawn in a cool, fine-lined comic manner that owes more to European science-fiction albums than to the paddock. The ground and sky are the same pale putty grey, so each car floats in a fog with no horizon, and the colour is rationed to a few accents: a coral stripe on a nose cone, teal tyre rims, a red light blinking on a control box. The series holds together through that restraint and through one recurring joke, which is that the open-wheeler of the future has grown attachments.

In Antenna Garden a car faces us beneath two towering aerials hung with crossbars, while birds perch on the wires and two little umbrella-topped droids keep watch. Dish-Eared Co-Pilot plants a boxy robot behind the cockpit, its screen face flanked by a pair of satellite dishes. Pit Lane Pylons strings cables and junction boxes between tall poles above a low, dark racer by a catch fence. The quieter plates are no less odd: a helmeted driver sitting hunched on his own engine cover beside a traffic cone, a car parked against a grey signal cabinet, and three red balls rolling past a white machine for no reason anyone explains.

Because the backgrounds are flat and empty, the clock gets a clean field in almost every frame. The masts in Antenna Garden and Pit Lane Pylons do rise through the top third, which suits the depth effect if you like the time tucked behind a pole. The cars sit low, near the dock. On a Home Screen the grey works in light mode with dark labels, and it softens nicely under dark mode dimming.

This is for people who prefer their motorsport speculative: concept-art fans, tinkerers and anyone who reads the sci-fi shelf before the sports pages. Antenna Garden and Three Red Balls are the free pair in full resolution; the remaining six are premium.