digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Today, 16 works. By Friday, 4 December, 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.
Dusky-gold Border along Embedding Pentomino rectangles
Leaves 4 Dec
40 pentomino rectangles settle across the surface in no order but their own. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a muted blue ground.
Wednesday, 4 Nov
16 works so far 904 shapes
Hung today, 4 November · leaves the wall on 4 December.
When the Self-possessed Arch opposite Grounding Pythagoras Trees
Leaves 4 Dec
Well-worn Brook for Reckoning Dreamcatchers
Leaves 4 Dec
The Muffled Bay upon Stirring Voderberg Spirals
Leaves 4 Dec
The Russet Arch upon Connecting Indra's Pearls
Leaves 4 Dec
The Slow Atoll under Shifting Star Polygons
Leaves 4 Dec
The Beam of Aerial off Flourishing Triquetras
Leaves 4 Dec
The Air past Carefree Dappling Diatoms
Leaves 4 Dec
The Fathomed Acre before the Layering Pursuit Curves
Leaves 4 Dec
The Full-bodied Alcove off the Lodging Diagrams
Leaves 4 Dec
Fixed Border past Winding Tally Marks
Leaves 4 Dec
The Time-honored Basin before the Lasting Eight-Point Stars
Leaves 4 Dec
The Plainspoken Acre beside Grounding Asemic Writing
Leaves 4 Dec
When the Lowering Abyss on Petrifying Sphinx Tilings
Leaves 4 Dec
When the Beatific Blaze Inside Illumining Pseudospheres
Leaves 4 Dec
The Basin in Hazel Engraving Wireframe Landscapes
Leaves 4 Dec
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.