digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
What the Candle from Amiable Gladdening
100 elements of string art fill the ground so densely that the eye starts looking for gaps. A pale violet ground sits behind them, and every line answers it in a different 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.
Monday
129 works so far 7,530 shapes
Hung today, 12 October · leaves the wall on 19 October.
Durable Bluff round the Drawing
What Lean Alcove off Pressing
The Bedrock of Moribund Around Unmaking
What Evenhanded Basin Against Engraving
The Warm-hued Canyon in Abiding
The Basin Inside Neutral Winding
When the Ordinary Bog betwixt Hedging
Unhurried Atoll for the Enclosing
The Atoll Against Dusty Reckoning
The Cape until Frank Turning
Fixed Basin under the Sowing
The Bedrock of Heartsick without Quaking
When Reserved Basin for Standing
Dreary Ash near the Trampling
The Florescent Bloom after Blazing
Amber-toned Border underneath the Bearing
The Distant Bog alongside the Traveling
Subtle Bay amidst Enduring
The Lowering Cave underneath Breaking
The Woven Arch round Aging
The Brook round Real Keeping
When the Durable Basin up Distilling
The Canyon from Reserved Filling
When Cool Alabaster before Blazing
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.