digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Canyon by Trusty Moving
50 elements of herringbone settle across the surface in no order but their own. Each carries its own colour; the bright green 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.
Tuesday
63 works so far 4,988 shapes
Hung today, 13 October · leaves the wall on 20 October.
Grave-toned Basin throughout Housing
The Aurora of Feathered Dispelling
When Thoughtful Arch from Weaving
The Bog of Real until Setting
The Burnished Bog among the Plowing
The Breath of Glinting alongside Glowing
Distant Basin into Girding
When Empyreal Blaze alongside Fluttering
Dawning Blossom with Singing
What the Border up Olive Lacing
The Intact Atoll outside Changing
When the Solemn-warm Arch within Remaining
The Serene Bog over the Embedding
The Steely Bedrock During Quenching
What the Blossom into Delicate Perfuming
When Hardy Arch throughout Brewing
What the Steady Bluff from Steadying
The Buoyant Aurora in Sparkling
The Cairn unto Parched Sundering
Thick Basin Around the Fashioning
When Slow Acre opposite Lining
What Soulless Boulder after Bleakening
The Brook of Forged nearby Standing
When Attentive Border under Rounding
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.