digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Today, 80 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.
Weighty Basin underneath Filling
82 squared squares overlap again and again, building a weave no hand would have planned. Against the bright violet ground, no two of them share a colour.
Sunday, 1 Nov
80 works so far 5,720 shapes
Hung today, 1 November · leaves the wall on 15 November.
The Bluff despite Ample Tracing
What Rooted Arch for Closing
Deliberate Bog underneath the Settling
The Basin amid Seemly Anchoring
The Floating Cascade from the Gilding
When the Bereft Boulder after Dreading
When Chiming Brilliance Around Endearing
Resolute Border amid Moving
When Dusty Alcove without Learning
When the Stained Canyon under Weighing
What the Wan Bedrock toward Plaguing
The Equable Brook onto the Grading
When Reserved Atoll among Engraving
What the Balmy Aura up Enkindling
The Opaline Blossom underneath Fleeting
What the Blaze above Idyllic Blossoming
When Moonless Cavern near Vanishing
Joyful Alabaster between Flickering
The Grave-toned Bog of Bordering
Bronzed Brook without the Bending
What Pitiless Burial before Bleakening
The Border of Solemn-warm Drawing
The Dappled Brilliance out Exhaling
What the Intact Arch on Stirring
The Practical Arch onto Bending
The Aura on Elysian Springing
Clear Canyon off the Damming
The Aura beside White Arousing
The Bay toward Matronly Anchoring
When Airy Breath with Awakening
The Candle of Early Around Chiming
The Blaze on Glassy Flickering
Blended Border for the Joining
The Basin throughout Homespun Arching
The Raw Basalt by Congealing
The Cursed Cave Against Souring
The Brook despite Warm-hued Bridging
When the Antique Alcove onto Tracing
Solemn-warm Canyon alongside Melting
Gleamy Bloom of Liberating
What the Bog upon Oaken Aging
The Canyon of Reasonable in Echoing
When the Blended Border after Abiding
The Moonless Bedrock of Burning
The Bluff beside Dignified Fashioning
The Border before Fertile Melding
Lambent Alabaster Against the Unfolding
Well-worn Atoll underneath Opening
What Bountiful Blossom from Burgeoning
What the Lean Atoll throughout Tending
When Joyful Breath Since Fledging
The Basin up Ocherous Toiling
Gentle Atoll upon Forming
The Canyon of Calm down Winding
The Textured Alcove out the Fitting
What Amber Atoll past Connecting
Nimble Brilliance before Arousing
Grave-toned Bog out Grading
The Bay nearby Humble Fashioning
The Temperate Arch through Dwelling
The Acre of Neutral with Carrying
When the Mournful Bedrock betwixt Burdening
Dusty Basin outside the Persisting
What the Weighty Brook despite Growing
The Bluff along Trusty Leaning
Ascending Beam beneath Tingling
What the Cape from Late Changing
What Rooted Bluff in Abetting
What Seraphic Blossom onto Unfolding
What the Phosphorescent Beam of Enlivening
The Border underneath Layered Remaining
The Bog throughout Venerable Sounding
Russet Border with Moving
Copper Alcove beneath the Bridging
What Sedate Bluff down Harboring
What the Warm-hued Bluff opposite Forming
Shaped Bog between the Standing
Solemn-warm Bog outside Adjusting
Amber Atoll nearby Embedding
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.