digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Today, 85 works. By next Sunday, 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.
Grounded Canyon within Holding
25 nonagons drift over the ground, some touching, most keeping their distance. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a muted blue ground.
Sunday
85 works so far 5,119 shapes
Hung today, 25 October · leaves the wall on 1 November.
What Durable Cape across Rooting
What the Bog atop Cultivated Seeding
Stocky Border near Laboring
What the Well-worn Canyon nearby Kindling
Solemn Cavern unto the Lingering
What the Arch unto Even Cradling
The Canyon amidst Copper Abiding
Furrowed Atoll opposite the Reckoning
What Familiar Cape toward Turning
What the Border During Humble Spreading
Aglitter Aurora Against Illumining
The Basin of Frank over Following
The Layered Arch During the Fashioning
The Acre among Honest Grading
What the Brook off Tender Layering
Unbounded Aurora within the Crescendoing
The Lasting Cape throughout the Weighing
The Bleakest Ash along Dreading
Sagacious Basin without Enduring
The Bay of Homespun over Toiling
When Forged Bluff throughout Following
What the Atoll with Honeyed Pausing
When Stoic Bay Since Climbing
The Bog despite Forged Pressing
When Trusty Arch up Centering
The Cordial Acre under Casting
The Husky Bay up Fitting
What Numbing Cave Against Oppressing
Forbearing Bay down the Spinning
What the Arch near Ordinary Seasoning
The Atoll along Steady Growing
What the Constant Basin despite Lacing
The Blaze upon Flawless Greeting
The Changeless Arch toward Delineating
The Solid Bay amid Traveling
When Lonely Cavern from Stalling
What the Acre after Wise Lodging
The Basin of Oaken atop Climbing
The Frank Acre for the Dividing
What the Mirthful Blaze among Ensouling
What the Changeless Bluff down Staying
What the Ashen-warm Bay beyond Bridging
Sienna Bay via Flowing
Buried Cairn on Blistering
Rich Brook upon the Steadying
What the Acre along Tranquil Abiding
What Amber Border near Toiling
When the Crumbling Ash During Throttling
Reflective Bog circa the Moving
What the Mossy Border nearby Waiting
The Bog upon Patient Engraving
Dignified Alcove During the Settling
Grainy Border among the Mending
When Tender Bog near Learning
When Practical Alcove beyond Guarding
What the Bluff up Resolute Spanning
Anchored Canyon behind Sharing
Evenhanded Bog beyond Inscribing
Solemn Cairn before the Deadening
The Dark Brine Around the Failing
When Serene Alcove circa Buffering
When Russet Acre on Fashioning
The Bloom near Light Aerating
The Canyon nearby Woven Moving
The Bay past Worldly Winding
The Heartfelt Basin along Echoing
Unflappable Bay Inside Housing
Rarefied Alabaster Inside Glazing
When the Mature Bog with Stretching
The Bluff out Clear Standing
When Thoughtful Acre without Learning
The Cheerful Bloom betwixt Expanding
When Firm Bog amid Toiling
Plainspoken Canyon Against Staying
Soaring Brilliance Against Swirling
Dainty Aura via Fluttering
When Clay-rolled Bog into Staying
When the Autumnal Basin atop Holding
The Acre along Shaped Forging
What Chaste Brilliance past Beckoning
Broken Char of the Curdling
What the Basin upon Ordinary Entwining
The Sustained Acre beneath the Shaping
The Ocherous Border above the Tying
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.