digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Today, 55 works. By Sunday, 15 November, none of them.
Each piece is generated once, straight from a formula, and never remade. The lines land wherever the math puts them; the colour falls where chance decides. Nothing on this wall is a print or a copy. What hangs here now will be gone before you think to look again, and something that has never existed will take its place.
What Rooted Arch for Closing
81 meanders pile up and interlace; from a step back they read as one surface. Against the bright green ground, no two of them share a colour.
Sunday, 1 Nov
55 works so far 4,140 shapes
Hung today, 1 November · leaves the wall on 15 November.
Clear Canyon off the Damming
The Canyon of Calm down Winding
Solemn-warm Bog outside Adjusting
The Textured Alcove out the Fitting
Gentle Atoll upon Forming
Russet Border with Moving
The Bog throughout Venerable Sounding
The Basin up Ocherous Toiling
What the Balmy Aura up Enkindling
The Canyon of Reasonable in Echoing
The Raw Basalt by Congealing
Amber Atoll nearby Embedding
When Airy Breath with Awakening
The Acre of Neutral with Carrying
What the Wan Bedrock toward Plaguing
What the Intact Arch on Stirring
The Bluff beside Dignified Fashioning
What Pitiless Burial before Bleakening
The Candle of Early Around Chiming
The Border underneath Layered Remaining
The Border before Fertile Melding
The Moonless Bedrock of Burning
When Moonless Cavern near Vanishing
The Aura on Elysian Springing
The Blaze on Glassy Flickering
When the Stained Canyon under Weighing
What the Lean Atoll throughout Tending
When the Antique Alcove onto Tracing
When the Mournful Bedrock betwixt Burdening
Nimble Brilliance before Arousing
What the Phosphorescent Beam of Enlivening
Blended Border for the Joining
What Rooted Bluff in Abetting
Copper Alcove beneath the Bridging
The Bay nearby Humble Fashioning
When Reserved Atoll among Engraving
The Basin throughout Homespun Arching
Well-worn Atoll underneath Opening
Grave-toned Bog out Grading
What the Cape from Late Changing
The Cursed Cave Against Souring
When Chiming Brilliance Around Endearing
The Bluff despite Ample Tracing
What Sedate Bluff down Harboring
What the Weighty Brook despite Growing
What Bountiful Blossom from Burgeoning
The Brook despite Warm-hued Bridging
Gleamy Bloom of Liberating
The Aura beside White Arousing
The Temperate Arch through Dwelling
Dusty Basin outside the Persisting
Shaped Bog between the Standing
Resolute Border amid Moving
Ascending Beam beneath Tingling
One line. One moment. Never again.
Every work on this wall comes out of code and chance. Nothing is traced from a template, and no filter is laid over it afterwards. An algorithm takes a new random start for every picture and lets the uncertainty do the rest.
The works are made live through the day, one every few minutes, from carefully balanced parameters. Shapes unfold, colours shift and lines cross in ways nobody can predict, and nobody can repeat them either. The rules are strict and the outcome is open, which is why some pictures look as if they had chosen their own path.
Nothing is edited and nothing is made twice. Each picture is what one run of the program produced, and it exists in that one version only. That makes every piece here one of a kind, a fingerprint left by the code: precise and random at the same time, and not made to last.
Whether you collect, make things yourself or just like rhythm in a picture, stop here for a moment. What you find will be gone soon, and nothing quite like it will come back.
Each work is made once and never copied. Go and find yours.