digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
What the Equable Basin round Drawing
99 paisleys overlap again and again, building a weave no hand would have planned. Each carries its own colour; the stone-grey ground holds them together.
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.
Tuesday
205 works 13,174 shapes
Hung 13 October · leaves the wall on 20 October.
The Lingering Bay toward the Knotting
The Intact Atoll outside Changing
Distant Basin into Girding
The Mellow Arch with Meeting
The Cairn unto Parched Sundering
What the Canyon unto Copper Shaping
The Canyon of Amber before Passing
The Breath of Sun-dappled unto Gilding
When Attentive Border under Rounding
Steadfast Arch throughout the Lodging
What the Composed Brook alongside Setting
What Mellowed Bog Since Resting
The Alcove till Lingering Spreading
When Slow Acre opposite Lining
What Antique Brook with Climbing
When Earthen Arch nearby Building
The Canyon Against Leathery Joining
The Brook Against Evenhanded Melting
The Sodden Cave among the Souring
When Layered Bay past Keeping
The Forged Alcove above Depositing
When the Austere Burial among Splintering
What Certain Border beyond Entwining
When Reflective Bog nearby Flowing
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.