digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Today, 83 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.
When Quiescent Border onto Moving
65 catenaries crowd the field until single lines turn into texture. Against the bright violet ground, no two of them share a colour.
Sunday, 1 Nov
83 works so far 5,977 shapes
Hung today, 1 November · leaves the wall on 15 November.
Well-worn Atoll underneath Opening
The Basin up Ocherous Toiling
The Grave-toned Bog of Bordering
Ascending Beam beneath Tingling
Nimble Brilliance before Arousing
What the Intact Arch on Stirring
Solemn-warm Canyon alongside Melting
The Bog throughout Venerable Sounding
What Seraphic Blossom onto Unfolding
The Aura beside White Arousing
When the Stained Canyon under Weighing
What the Blaze above Idyllic Blossoming
What Rooted Bluff in Abetting
The Practical Arch onto Bending
When Neutral Brook of Rounding
When Chiming Brilliance Around Endearing
The Basin amid Seemly Anchoring
Bronzed Brook without the Bending
The Opaline Blossom underneath Fleeting
What Sedate Bluff down Harboring
The Border of Solemn-warm Drawing
The Equable Brook onto the Grading
When Airy Breath with Awakening
What the Cape from Late Changing
The Floating Cascade from the Gilding
Amber Atoll nearby Embedding
Weighty Basin underneath Filling
The Canyon of Calm down Winding
The Untroubled Acre up Melding
Lambent Alabaster Against the Unfolding
When the Mournful Bedrock betwixt Burdening
When the Antique Alcove onto Tracing
What the Bog upon Oaken Aging
The Acre of Neutral with Carrying
Solemn-warm Bog outside Adjusting
What Amber Atoll past Connecting
What the Phosphorescent Beam of Enlivening
Copper Alcove beneath the Bridging
The Brook despite Warm-hued Bridging
Blended Border for the Joining
The Canyon of Reasonable in Echoing
The Bay toward Matronly Anchoring
What the Wan Bedrock toward Plaguing
The Dappled Brilliance out Exhaling
Shaped Bog between the Standing
Gleamy Bloom of Liberating
Clear Canyon off the Damming
Resolute Border amid Moving
Russet Border with Moving
Deliberate Bog underneath the Settling
When Moonless Cavern near Vanishing
The Temperate Arch through Dwelling
The Bluff despite Ample Tracing
The Basin throughout Homespun Arching
The Bay nearby Humble Fashioning
Joyful Alabaster between Flickering
What the Balmy Aura up Enkindling
The Border before Fertile Melding
The Candle of Early Around Chiming
Dusty Basin outside the Persisting
What Rooted Arch for Closing
The Raw Basalt by Congealing
The Bluff along Trusty Leaning
The Border underneath Layered Remaining
Gentle Atoll upon Forming
The Aura on Elysian Springing
When Dusty Alcove without Learning
What the Weighty Brook despite Growing
When the Blended Border after Abiding
Grave-toned Bog out Grading
The Cursed Cave Against Souring
The Textured Alcove out the Fitting
When the Bereft Boulder after Dreading
What Pitiless Burial before Bleakening
What the Warm-hued Bluff opposite Forming
When Joyful Breath Since Fledging
The Blaze on Glassy Flickering
What the Lean Atoll throughout Tending
The Moonless Bedrock of Burning
When Reserved Atoll among Engraving
What Bountiful Blossom from Burgeoning
The Bluff beside Dignified Fashioning
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.