The gaze plunges in, deeper, ever deeper into matter. Atoms brush by, electrons swim into view. Quarks? We are sure to have reached the most infinitesimal - yet the journey continues. Frustrated microscope; The gaze plunges in, only to be engulfed, and quickly understand: it is condemned to a perpetual zoom. Never does one arrive at the object, never does one succeed in focusing, in finally setting on some point of clarity. An eternal travelling shot. And what should one fix upon in any case? Each image is like a phantom. You have simply to go through it, and leave to meet another semblance. The one before is already just a memory.

It's a palpating black hole: Ima Traveller sucks us in. For a humble and brilliant confrontation with our own infinities. Images give birth to other images, pixels to other pixels, without end. At each tremble of the mouse another universe is born: the spontaneous generation of the computer mystery named Ima Traveller. Like a image-voyager, or a wandering picture: a malicious program of self-created images, invented by Erwin Driessens and Maria Verstappen. An "artificial artist", in the words of the demiurgical couple. They claim to have done nothing except preside over its creation. All the rest springs directly from "pixel consciousness", as Maria calls it. Each cell secretes new colors, as a function both of what it is and of what it knows of its surroundings. From a reddening chaos to a mine shaft of emeralds, the screen becomes an open breach for our desires, ever more prolific. And always surprised. We should soon be able to embark on spin off programs, to plunge into an eternal tunnel or create forms without end. All with high image quality. "Because even if a work is conceptual, it must be good, to allow you to flee and to escape yourself. To submerge you".

Constellations of nuances, flowering crystals: Never can one turn back to see the landscapes hardly touched. We are keenly conscious of it right away: each voyage is unique. No trace of it remains. As with any meeting.
A monomaniac can always try to create a monochrome: in vain will he hover ardently over the same blue, harassing it with the mouse. Never will he obtain uniformity. For uniformity is not part of nature and its chances. Life, its dynamic processes, its chain reactions - above all, its "unpredictability" . Indeed, what Maria Verstappens and Erwin Driessens attempt to construct are semblances of life. Unpredictable but rationally programmed, always changing but never entirely different, Ima Traveller is, in short, a living organism. It escapes all control, "coherent but unforeseen", according to the watchword of its creators.
Just like their Tickle, a little domo-domestic animal of their imagination, autonomously fulfilling its robot mission of scratching backs. Just like their Factory: a plant for assembly- line creation, turning out twisted bits of wax in tortuous and tortured loops, engendering them only to plunge them once again into a hot bath where they shed their form to find another. Something like a reassuring infinity.