digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
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Twelve orbits, set well apart on an open ground — the empty space is part of the picture. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a bright teal ground.
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.
Monday
41 works so far 2,813 shapes
Hung today, 12 October · leaves the wall on 19 October.
When the Earnest Atoll off Bending
What the Timeworn Canyon via Finding
What the Fertile Cape opposite Spinning
When Brooding Ash past Hollowing
The Alabaster of Argent opposite Flaring
Gauzy Breath throughout the Dancing
Dismal Basalt onto the Ravaging
When the Dusky-gold Bluff despite Shaping
The Bluff along Matronly Knitting
The Alcove of Sober upon Shaping
Unhurried Atoll for the Enclosing
The Acre alongside Heartfelt Aging
When Neutral Arch near Crossing
The Canyon from Reserved Filling
Clarion Brilliance Around Igniting
The Woven Arch round Aging
What the Carbon round Ebbing Suffering
What Ripened Brook under Remaining
Oaken Acre after Growing
Fixed Basin under the Sowing
When Eclipsed Basalt into Vanishing
The Cavern of Cold across Deadening
The Florescent Bloom after Blazing
The Alcove till True Climbing
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.