digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Acre round Homespun Holding
87 elements of houndstooth 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.
Monday
144 works so far 8,217 shapes
Hung today, 12 October · leaves the wall on 19 October.
What Ripened Brook under Remaining
What Bronzed Canyon nearby Weighing
Well-worn Bluff down Dividing
Luminous Aura toward the Quickening
When Lasting Canyon via Building
The Alcove across Sustained Distilling
When the Deadened Boulder During Writhing
The Bluff of Dusky-gold in Inscribing
The Distant Bog alongside the Traveling
Subtle Bay amidst Enduring
What Permanent Bluff via Seeding
The Alcove above Practical Setting
Loyal Bluff up Carrying
When the Dusky-gold Bluff despite Shaping
Darksome Cavern within Emptying
When Reflective Bog upon Curing
What the Dusky Cairn before Hounding
The Settled Atoll unto the Damming
What the Timeworn Canyon via Finding
Amber-toned Alcove of Learning
What the Bog up Ocherous Echoing
When the Earnest Atoll off Bending
The Grainy Bog above Rounding
What Familiar Bog within Spinning
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.