digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Fathomed Canyon under Spreading
103 folium curves overlap again and again, building a weave no hand would have planned. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a bright red 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.
Tuesday
107 works so far 7,642 shapes
Hung today, 13 October · leaves the wall on 20 October.
The Steady-handed Brook atop Changing
The Cavern beyond Tenebrous Sundering
The Acre of Ripened Around Drifting
What the Bog down Slow Drawing
When Empyreal Blaze alongside Fluttering
Thick Basin Around the Fashioning
The Buoyant Aurora in Sparkling
What Ocherous Arch round Sowing
What Antique Brook with Climbing
Restful Alcove without Passing
The Forged Alcove above Depositing
Stoic Border onto the Rolling
Old-fashioned Alcove above Fitting
What the Atoll on Muted-gold Curving
Grieving Carbon nearby Trembling
The Breath of Glinting alongside Glowing
The Canyon by Trusty Moving
Deadened Bedrock betwixt the Festering
Shrouded Brine toward the Stalling
When Hardy Arch throughout Brewing
The Full-bodied Bluff alongside Knotting
The Char of Dim without Enshrouding
What the Doleful Boulder out Blistering
The White Aurora upon the Waking
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.