digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Today, 76 works. By next Saturday, 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 Placid Alcove upon the Meeting
64 Dürer pentagons press together into a single, restless field. Each carries its own colour; the bright blue ground holds them together.
Saturday
76 works so far 4,455 shapes
Hung today, 24 October · leaves the wall on 31 October.
Organic Bay alongside the Fitting
What Blithe Bloom Inside Transcending
Estranged Char across the Blackening
The Ordinary Bluff down Tying
Florescent Air for Levitating
What Rooted Acre Inside Arching
What Earthen Border by Persisting
The Familiar Atoll for Casting
The Forged Bog throughout Casting
When Airborne Blaze from Frosting
When Remorseless Cavern for Darkening
What the Mellow Bluff outside Pressing
The Tarnished Burial down Hounding
The Layered Acre toward Rooting
The Downy Alabaster circa Shimmering
When Sedate Basin within Depositing
The Arch round Weighty Distilling
The Slow Acre after Housing
The Abiding Bog unto the Sounding
When the Meditative Bay through Pacing
Rosy Blaze atop the Greeting
When Enchanting Brilliance of Lifting
The Alcove Against Recollected Cradling
Grounded Basin underneath the Ripening
What the Hazel Alcove onto Sowing
When Warm Basin in Seasoning
What Equable Bog off Circling
The Honest Bluff within the Inscribing
The Alcove outside Fathomed Spreading
The Wide Air amid Suffusing
The Grieving Ash through the Wrecking
The Blended Border within Lacing
The Air between Bright Swirling
The Bog on Ingrained Fitting
What the Canyon under Distant Continuing
What the Temperate Border before Enduring
When Ocherous Bay nearby Following
What the Bog nearby Tranquil Tracing
When Intrinsic Bog under Extending
Honest Bog outside the Enclosing
The Bog from Olive Seasoning
What the Crisp Blossom by Coruscating
When Gleaming Aura throughout Dazzling
The Sparkling Candle beside Glinting
When Dusky-gold Canyon out Brewing
What the Bog by Venerable Brewing
The Cave off Piteous Tearing
Pale Basalt via Consuming
Abiding Bay above the Growing
The Sustained Bay off Plowing
What Halcyon Aurora along Quickening
Steadfast Acre over the Brewing
What Unhurried Border round Building
The Copper Alcove above Guarding
The Basin among Sure Weighing
What the Bluff above Genuine Plowing
The Shaped Bog over the Measuring
When Warm Border alongside Reaching
The Alcove after Warm Flowing
The Leathery Basin opposite the Reckoning
The Grounded Canyon throughout the Depositing
When Organic Bay without Finding
When Silent Cavern of Numbing
What the Brilliant Aura atop Frosting
Late Border within Centering
When the Cold Carbon into Tarnishing
Amber-toned Brook toward the Knitting
When Sure Arch amidst Stirring
The Known Arch toward the Bordering
When Recollected Basin atop Guarding
What the Border betwixt Methodical Turning
Hushed Cairn round Staining
What the Tranquil Basin During Delineating
What the Atoll off Fathomed Tying
The Layered Alcove nearby Melting
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.