digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Cairn unto Parched Sundering
127 superellipses press together into a single, restless field. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a deep brown ground.
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
49 works so far 3,932 shapes
Hung today, 13 October · leaves the wall on 20 October.
What the Border up Olive Lacing
What the Basin underneath Settled Winding
When Attentive Border under Rounding
The Alabaster of Dulcet alongside Gracing
When Melancholy Carbon circa Writhing
Thick Basin Around the Fashioning
What the Bog down Slow Drawing
What Lingering Bay along Returning
The Bluff within Balanced Dwelling
What the Atoll on Muted-gold Curving
The Burnished Bog among the Plowing
When Grounded Acre nearby Laboring
What Warm Basin despite Bending
The Lifeless Ash Since the Dreading
The Basin amid Plain Carrying
What the Steady Bluff from Steadying
Deadened Bedrock betwixt the Festering
Grave-toned Basin throughout Housing
Fertile Brook circa the Growing
Grieving Carbon nearby Trembling
The Intact Atoll outside Changing
The Bog of Real until Setting
The Buoyant Aurora in Sparkling
What the Rough Canyon over Rolling
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.