digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Distant Basin into Girding
83 elements of phyllotaxis fill the ground so densely that the eye starts looking for gaps. Each carries its own colour; the bright ochre 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
56 works so far 4,426 shapes
Hung today, 13 October · leaves the wall on 20 October.
When the Stained Basin by Brewing
The Steely Bedrock During Quenching
What the Border up Olive Lacing
When Attentive Border under Rounding
What the Border across Warm-hued Stirring
Ripened Bluff on the Shaping
Kindly Canyon onto the Opening
What Soulless Boulder after Bleakening
The Alabaster of Dulcet alongside Gracing
When Clarion Aura amid Breathing
The Basin amid Plain Carrying
Shrouded Brine toward the Stalling
The Wild Alcove Around Brewing
The Serene Bog over the Embedding
When Grounded Acre nearby Laboring
The Bog of Real until Setting
What the Steady Bluff from Steadying
When Thoughtful Arch from Weaving
When Untroubled Canyon During Steadying
What the Deliberate Bay before Finding
When Slow Acre opposite Lining
Grave-toned Basin throughout Housing
What Lean Atoll amidst Cradling
The Burnished Bog among the Plowing
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.