digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
When the Sensible Bog onto Steadying
25 trapeziums spread across the field, crossing wherever chance brought them together. A bright olive 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.
Wednesday
34 works so far 1,768 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
When the Earthbound Atoll of Standing
When the Loamy Bog outside Sharing
Hardy Atoll in the Climbing
The Aglow Brilliance During Cascading
The Limpid Blaze of the Exalting
The Neutral Bog underneath the Circling
The Border betwixt Autumnal Knotting
What the Dusky-gold Bay near Connecting
Mindful Bluff circa Seeding
What Ordinary Arch Since Engraving
What the Pragmatic Bog over Returning
Clay-rolled Bluff opposite Enclosing
When Earthy Atoll into Steadying
The Olive Bluff upon Turning
Ocherous Canyon in Forging
When Temperate Brook betwixt Depositing
Practical Border along the Pausing
The Tired Abyss amid Tearing
Time-honored Bay betwixt the Moving
The Basin above Rich Traveling
When Weighty Border near Settling
The Blaze of Silken down Uplifting
When Airborne Breath unto Blooming
When Amber-toned Bay beside Enclosing
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.