digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Mindful Acre up Fashioning
75 tunnels pile up and interlace; from a step back they read as one surface. Against the muted red 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
170 works so far 11,040 shapes
Hung today, 13 October · leaves the wall on 20 October.
When Permanent Border up Depositing
The Neutral Bog along the Connecting
Ripened Bluff on the Shaping
Brilliant Alabaster after the Cheering
The Deliberate Acre above Seeding
What Lingering Bay along Returning
When the Solemn-warm Arch within Remaining
What the Unflappable Canyon via Shaping
The Buoyant Aurora in Sparkling
The Sodden Cave among the Souring
When Leisurely Brook despite Remaining
The Steady-handed Brook atop Changing
What the Bluff down Loamy Spinning
When Thoughtful Arch from Weaving
Dawning Blossom with Singing
The Border over Practical Ripening
The Bog of Real until Setting
What Soulless Boulder after Bleakening
The Balanced Border among Lodging
Fertile Brook circa the Growing
Devoted Arch betwixt Rooting
When the Austere Burial among Splintering
The Cavern beyond Tenebrous Sundering
When the Stained Basin by Brewing
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.