digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
When Grounded Acre nearby Laboring
25 interlocking lines spread across the field, crossing wherever chance brought them together. Against the muted rose 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
35 works so far 2,800 shapes
Hung today, 13 October · leaves the wall on 20 October.
Timeworn Canyon betwixt Buffering
The Cavern beyond Tenebrous Sundering
The Burnished Bog among the Plowing
The Wild Alcove Around Brewing
What the Basin underneath Settled Winding
Thick Basin Around the Fashioning
Grave-toned Basin throughout Housing
When Thoughtful Arch from Weaving
What the Border up Olive Lacing
When Melancholy Carbon circa Writhing
Grieving Carbon nearby Trembling
The Intact Atoll outside Changing
What Warm Basin despite Bending
When the Stained Basin by Brewing
What the Bog down Slow Drawing
The Buoyant Aurora in Sparkling
What the Border across Warm-hued Stirring
Deadened Bedrock betwixt the Festering
What Lean Atoll amidst Cradling
The Untroubled Arch nearby Tracing
What Soulless Boulder after Bleakening
The Serene Bog over the Embedding
Fertile Brook circa the Growing
When the Solemn-warm Arch within Remaining
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.