digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Arch underneath Trusty Knotting
23 elements of sunburst spread across the field, crossing wherever chance brought them together. Against the bright 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.
Wednesday
47 works so far 2,766 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
The Transparent Beam along Unfurling
The Tired Abyss amid Tearing
What Ordinary Arch Since Engraving
When the Effervescent Brilliance up Singing
What the Buried Ash near Ravaging
When Amber-toned Bay beside Enclosing
When the Loamy Bog outside Sharing
The Lingering Atoll via the Circling
The Arch near Easygoing Collecting
When Levitating Aurora between Enlivening
The Bog opposite Equable Climbing
What Well-worn Bluff amid Steadying
The Limpid Blaze of the Exalting
The Alcove circa Pragmatic Housing
Ocherous Canyon in Forging
The Aglow Brilliance During Cascading
The Neutral Bog underneath the Circling
When the Earthbound Atoll of Standing
When Airborne Breath unto Blooming
The Basin above Rich Traveling
Clay-rolled Bluff opposite Enclosing
Fixed Cape by the Pausing
What Countrified Bluff by Hedging
Mindful Bluff circa Seeding
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.