digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Today, 21 works. By next Wednesday, none of them.
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.
The Ocherous Border unto Flowing
135 curves fill the ground so densely that the eye starts looking for gaps. Against the muted blue ground, no two of them share a colour.
Wednesday
21 works so far 1,718 shapes
Hung today, 21 October · leaves the wall on 28 October.
Tilled Brook until the Forging
What the Atoll beneath Mossy Filling
The Unshaken Bay till Casting
What the Silent Ash Inside Enshrouding
Divine Cascade through Glazing
Gentle Acre across Damming
Grim Basalt via Yielding
What Autumnal Basin before Distilling
The Imperturbable Bay under Sowing
Lean Atoll for the Pacing
Recollected Acre by Opening
The Bay near Old-fashioned Layering
The Fragrant Candle after the Glistening
What Intrinsic Atoll behind Tracing
Balanced Arch betwixt Balancing
What the Boulder upon Grim Wracking
When the Earthen Arch onto Flowing
When the Well-worn Brook amidst Centering
What the Arch Against Plain Reckoning
The Diamantine Breath into Cheering
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.