digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Lifeless Ash Since the Dreading
128 interlocking circles press together into a single, restless field. Each carries its own colour; the deep blue ground holds them together.
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
36 works so far 2,928 shapes
Hung today, 13 October · leaves the wall on 20 October.
When Melancholy Carbon circa Writhing
What the Basin underneath Settled Winding
The Cavern beyond Tenebrous Sundering
The Wild Alcove Around Brewing
The Buoyant Aurora in Sparkling
What the Bog down Slow Drawing
The Intact Atoll outside Changing
Grave-toned Basin throughout Housing
What the Border across Warm-hued Stirring
What the Border up Olive Lacing
Ripened Bluff on the Shaping
Grieving Carbon nearby Trembling
Deadened Bedrock betwixt the Festering
What Lingering Bay along Returning
When the Stained Basin by Brewing
The Burnished Bog among the Plowing
The Breath of Glinting alongside Glowing
The Bluff within Balanced Dwelling
Thick Basin Around the Fashioning
What Warm Basin despite Bending
The Untroubled Arch nearby Tracing
What Soulless Boulder after Bleakening
The Serene Bog over the Embedding
Fertile Brook circa the Growing
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.