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
Clarion Brilliance Around Igniting
Decayed Boulder down Sapping
What Earthy Alcove within Carrying
The Basin of Vintage along Abiding
The Basin from Ample Tying
What Hazel Arch beneath Following
Mild Alcove beside Cooling
Sparkly Candle before the Exhaling
The Arch into Substantial Aging
Well-worn Bluff down Dividing
The Cloudless Breath underneath the Shining
Dismal Basalt onto the Ravaging
The Darksome Burial beyond Lapsing
The Halcyon Alabaster past the Glowing
When Layered Atoll toward Closing
The Steady Brook across Plowing
The Cavern of Cold across Deadening
The Basin across Familiar Holding
Subtle Bay amidst Enduring
The Venerable Bay behind the Following
The Alabaster of Argent opposite Flaring
Amber-toned Alcove of Learning
The Bog without Tilled Staying
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.