digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Acre of Ripened Around Drifting
75 Sierpinski triangles pile up and interlace; from a step back they read as one surface. A bright orange ground sits behind them, and every line answers it in a different colour.
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
61 works so far 4,821 shapes
Hung today, 13 October · leaves the wall on 20 October.
The Aurora of Feathered Dispelling
What the Border up Olive Lacing
What Warm Basin despite Bending
Timeworn Canyon betwixt Buffering
When Thoughtful Arch from Weaving
When the Solemn-warm Arch within Remaining
When Earthen Canyon out Passing
The Breath of Glinting alongside Glowing
The Brook Around Seemly Toiling
When Attentive Border under Rounding
Steadfast Arch throughout the Lodging
What Lingering Bay along Returning
What the Blossom into Delicate Perfuming
The Cavern beyond Tenebrous Sundering
The Buoyant Aurora in Sparkling
When Empyreal Blaze alongside Fluttering
What Lean Atoll amidst Cradling
Fertile Brook circa the Growing
What Soulless Boulder after Bleakening
Ripened Bluff on the Shaping
Kindly Canyon onto the Opening
What the Rough Canyon over Rolling
Deadened Bedrock betwixt the Festering
Thick Basin Around the Fashioning
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.