digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
When Empyreal Blaze alongside Fluttering
34 snowflakes drift over the ground, some touching, most keeping their distance. Against the pale green 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
46 works so far 3,587 shapes
Hung today, 13 October · leaves the wall on 20 October.
The Cavern beyond Tenebrous Sundering
The Lifeless Ash Since the Dreading
When the Solemn-warm Arch within Remaining
Grave-toned Basin throughout Housing
Fertile Brook circa the Growing
The Alabaster of Dulcet alongside Gracing
Thick Basin Around the Fashioning
What Lingering Bay along Returning
What the Border up Olive Lacing
What the Blossom into Delicate Perfuming
What the Bluff down Loamy Spinning
Deadened Bedrock betwixt the Festering
When Attentive Border under Rounding
When the Stained Basin by Brewing
The Untroubled Arch nearby Tracing
What the Rough Canyon over Rolling
The Burnished Bog among the Plowing
What Warm Basin despite Bending
What the Basin underneath Settled Winding
The Serene Bog over the Embedding
When Clarion Aura amid Breathing
The Bog of Real until Setting
The Buoyant Aurora in Sparkling
What the Atoll on Muted-gold Curving
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.