digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Today, 85 works. By Friday, 13 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 Hallowed Blaze past Quickening
19 turned vases drift over the ground, some touching, most keeping their distance. A pale green ground sits behind them, and every line answers it in a different colour.
Friday, 30 Oct
85 works so far 5,110 shapes
Hung today, 30 October · leaves the wall on 13 November.
When the Phosphorescent Candle onto Leaping
Slow Alcove for Grounding
When the Venerable Brook atop Reckoning
What the Canyon among Cordial Earning
What the Canyon throughout Sure Channeling
When Trusty Basin unto Bracing
When Strong Atoll amidst Forging
The Sublime Blaze under Leaping
Layered Alcove before the Shaping
Sound Bog in Fitting
Loamy Atoll alongside the Circling
What the Border Inside Quiet Plowing
When the Clear Basin opposite Ripening
When Burnished Arch on Inscribing
Furrowed Bay by Laboring
The Bay betwixt Russet Dividing
What the Aurora till Lilting Flaring
What Dull Brine During Submerging
When Sagacious Atoll of Pressing
Mossbacked Arch underneath the Carrying
What Spotless Aura by Ascending
The Canyon of Ample upon Staying
The Acre down Settled Tilling
The Atoll of Firm up Aging
The Ashen-warm Bay across Grounding
Copper Arch of Knotting
What the Canyon betwixt Worldly Weaving
What the Alcove toward Autumnal Crafting
Plainspoken Brook up the Returning
The Arch of Honest Around Cycling
What Sound Bluff Around Changing
Serene Border before the Resting
What the Arch between Rooted Seeding
What the Aurora from Open Ascending
The Blaze Inside Joyful Enlivening
The Steady Atoll unto Calming
The Basin of Salted of Crafting
When Airless Carbon circa Rotting
What Rooted Brook above Finding
Known Cape onto Clearing
The Border atop Cordial Sounding
The Plain Acre without Fashioning
Level-headed Alcove beside the Laboring
The Natural Alcove nearby Rooting
What the Arch throughout Calm Fastening
What the Withered Burial onto Blackening
Beckoning Candle into Aerating
Heavenly Alabaster despite Coruscating
Calm Arch after the Measuring
The Calm Alcove up Carving
Leisurely Atoll throughout the Guarding
Unhurried Canyon before the Guarding
Countrified Acre near Finding
The Aurora atop Levitating Wavering
The Atoll by Forbearing Rounding
The Waning Bedrock outside Dissolving
When Buoyant Breath out Blanching
The Arch toward Steadfast Ripening
The Soft Atoll outside Bridging
The Copper Border upon Hedging
When the Exquisite Air out Exhaling
The Breath of Young until Quickening
Harsh Cave alongside Relenting
The Ample Bay circa Melting
The Basin circa Salted Bending
Permanent Acre from Curing
The Brook of Tranquil toward Gathering
Rosy Blossom near the Waking
Fixed Canyon with Spinning
When Oppressed Brine opposite Howling
The Bog alongside Serene Closing
The Bog under Subtle Spanning
What the Acre nearby Stable Setting
When Heartfelt Cape up Changing
Contemplative Bay During Spinning
What the Bluff in Dignified Pacing
What Lean Brook upon Gathering
The Cool Candle into Awakening
What the Lasting Acre despite Setting
The Bay of Subtle Since Lodging
What the Alcove unto Reserved Fitting
Certain Cape out the Seeding
The Alcove upon Strong Meeting
Harsh Carbon During the Petrifying
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.