digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Today, 73 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.
The Dappled Brilliance out Exhaling
66 moon phases fill the ground so densely that the eye starts looking for gaps. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a pale teal ground.
Sunday, 1 Nov
73 works so far 5,330 shapes
Hung today, 1 November · leaves the wall on 15 November.
The Candle of Early Around Chiming
Nimble Brilliance before Arousing
The Equable Brook onto the Grading
The Border underneath Layered Remaining
Gleamy Bloom of Liberating
When Moonless Cavern near Vanishing
What the Wan Bedrock toward Plaguing
Shaped Bog between the Standing
Well-worn Atoll underneath Opening
When Airy Breath with Awakening
When Dusty Alcove without Learning
When Chiming Brilliance Around Endearing
What the Blaze above Idyllic Blossoming
What the Cape from Late Changing
What the Balmy Aura up Enkindling
Grave-toned Bog out Grading
Copper Alcove beneath the Bridging
The Basin throughout Homespun Arching
The Acre of Neutral with Carrying
What Rooted Arch for Closing
Dusty Basin outside the Persisting
Resolute Border amid Moving
Deliberate Bog underneath the Settling
When the Stained Canyon under Weighing
What Amber Atoll past Connecting
The Practical Arch onto Bending
When the Antique Alcove onto Tracing
Gentle Atoll upon Forming
The Basin up Ocherous Toiling
The Bluff despite Ample Tracing
Solemn-warm Canyon alongside Melting
The Bay nearby Humble Fashioning
Lambent Alabaster Against the Unfolding
The Textured Alcove out the Fitting
The Opaline Blossom underneath Fleeting
What the Weighty Brook despite Growing
The Aura on Elysian Springing
When Reserved Atoll among Engraving
What the Lean Atoll throughout Tending
When Joyful Breath Since Fledging
What the Phosphorescent Beam of Enlivening
The Border of Solemn-warm Drawing
Solemn-warm Bog outside Adjusting
What Sedate Bluff down Harboring
Amber Atoll nearby Embedding
The Canyon of Reasonable in Echoing
When the Bereft Boulder after Dreading
Russet Border with Moving
What Pitiless Burial before Bleakening
When the Mournful Bedrock betwixt Burdening
The Brook despite Warm-hued Bridging
The Canyon of Calm down Winding
What the Warm-hued Bluff opposite Forming
The Basin amid Seemly Anchoring
The Border before Fertile Melding
What Seraphic Blossom onto Unfolding
Ascending Beam beneath Tingling
Blended Border for the Joining
The Aura beside White Arousing
Clear Canyon off the Damming
The Bog throughout Venerable Sounding
The Raw Basalt by Congealing
What Rooted Bluff in Abetting
The Bluff beside Dignified Fashioning
What Bountiful Blossom from Burgeoning
The Blaze on Glassy Flickering
The Temperate Arch through Dwelling
The Cursed Cave Against Souring
The Bluff along Trusty Leaning
What the Intact Arch on Stirring
The Moonless Bedrock of Burning
What the Bog upon Oaken Aging
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.