digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Today, 170 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.
What Muted-gold Bay until Abetting
50 tunnels settle across the surface in no order but their own. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a bright violet ground.
Sunday
170 works so far 10,228 shapes
Hung today, 18 October · leaves the wall on 25 October.
Idyllic Beam circa Glazing
What Methodical Canyon beside Rolling
Intrinsic Basin onto Fashioning
The Condemned Cave circa Crumbling
Fluttering Breath through Crystallizing
When Elysian Brilliance over Cresting
Rough Bog with Embedding
The Aurora of Elysian despite Brightening
The Burnished Basin from the Building
The Bay across Hardy Enclosing
What the Alabaster unto Balmy Brightening
Devoted Bluff circa the Crossing
What the Candle into Feathered Gleaming
The Burial off Exhausted Dissolving
When the Familiar Atoll between Following
Lingering Arch amid the Pacing
What the Muffled Brook Around Lining
Composed Brook Since Buffering
Seemly Bay down the Bracing
Placid Acre unto Channeling
Amber-toned Brook Against Lacing
Aged Burial above Wrecking
What the Wholesome Bay after Melting
What the Calm Cape past Sowing
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.