digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Today, 44 works. By next Sunday, 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 Forged Bluff throughout Following
Just two elements of kelp, each one given its own stretch of ground. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a muted blue ground.
Sunday
44 works so far 2,829 shapes
Hung today, 25 October · leaves the wall on 1 November.
When Thoughtful Acre without Learning
Rich Brook upon the Steadying
Unflappable Bay Inside Housing
The Husky Bay up Fitting
What Amber Border near Toiling
Aglitter Aurora Against Illumining
Solemn Cavern unto the Lingering
When the Mature Bog with Stretching
The Cordial Acre under Casting
Reflective Bog circa the Moving
What the Mossy Border nearby Waiting
What the Acre after Wise Lodging
What the Border During Humble Spreading
Buried Cairn on Blistering
The Ocherous Border above the Tying
Anchored Canyon behind Sharing
When Practical Alcove beyond Guarding
The Bloom near Light Aerating
Plainspoken Canyon Against Staying
The Frank Acre for the Dividing
What the Bluff up Resolute Spanning
Broken Char of the Curdling
Furrowed Atoll opposite the Reckoning
What the Changeless Bluff down Staying
The Acre along Shaped Forging
When Trusty Arch up Centering
What the Basin upon Ordinary Entwining
The Bog despite Forged Pressing
The Acre among Honest Grading
The Dark Brine Around the Failing
Sagacious Basin without Enduring
The Canyon nearby Woven Moving
When Clay-rolled Bog into Staying
When Tender Bog near Learning
When Serene Alcove circa Buffering
The Layered Arch During the Fashioning
The Atoll along Steady Growing
What the Mirthful Blaze among Ensouling
The Bleakest Ash along Dreading
The Sustained Acre beneath the Shaping
Forbearing Bay down the Spinning
The Lasting Cape throughout the Weighing
The Bluff out Clear Standing
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.