digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Pellucid Aura from the Delighting
Two nautilus shells keep their distance; where they meet, it reads as an event. Each carries its own colour; the pale green 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
93 works so far 6,619 shapes
Hung today, 13 October · leaves the wall on 20 October.
The Lasting Alcove past Spanning
The Aurora of Feathered Dispelling
Trusty Arch opposite Sowing
When Untroubled Canyon During Steadying
What the Steady Bluff from Steadying
Self-possessed Bay beyond Connecting
What Lingering Bay along Returning
The Arch outside Familiar Casting
The Breath of Glinting alongside Glowing
Balanced Cape unto the Plowing
What the Blossom into Delicate Perfuming
What the Border up Olive Lacing
The Basin amid Plain Carrying
Grave-toned Basin throughout Housing
The Acre of Ripened Around Drifting
Embittered Cavern past Ruining
When Even Alcove upon Mending
What the Border across Warm-hued Stirring
The Lifeless Ash Since the Dreading
The Deliberate Acre above Seeding
The Alabaster of Dulcet alongside Gracing
Deadened Bedrock betwixt the Festering
The Atoll of Heartfelt onto Stirring
The Steely Bedrock During Quenching
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.