digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
When Anchored Atoll beyond Persisting
70 tricuspoids pile up and interlace; from a step back they read as one surface. Against the bright blue ground, no two of them share a 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
80 works so far 6,003 shapes
Hung today, 13 October · leaves the wall on 20 October.
The Brook Around Seemly Toiling
What the Basin underneath Settled Winding
The Untroubled Arch nearby Tracing
Olive Alcove after the Depositing
What Lean Atoll amidst Cradling
What the Atoll on Muted-gold Curving
Ripened Bluff on the Shaping
Distant Basin into Girding
Steadfast Arch throughout the Lodging
The Burnished Bog among the Plowing
Deadened Bedrock betwixt the Festering
The Breath of Glinting alongside Glowing
Trusty Arch opposite Sowing
When the Stained Basin by Brewing
Self-possessed Bay beyond Connecting
Stoic Border onto the Rolling
When Untroubled Canyon During Steadying
Grieving Carbon nearby Trembling
The Arch outside Familiar Casting
What Lingering Bay along Returning
What the Deliberate Bay before Finding
What the Steady Bluff from Steadying
The Intact Atoll outside Changing
The Bay of Unshaken up Rolling
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.