digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Mild Bluff between the Drifting
62 elements of yin-yang fill the ground so densely that the eye starts looking for gaps. Against the bright olive 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
68 works so far 5,304 shapes
Hung today, 13 October · leaves the wall on 20 October.
What the Basin underneath Settled Winding
The Cavern beyond Tenebrous Sundering
What Lean Atoll amidst Cradling
When Empyreal Blaze alongside Fluttering
The Misty Alabaster off Beckoning
When Melancholy Carbon circa Writhing
Trusty Arch opposite Sowing
What Soulless Boulder after Bleakening
The Canyon by Trusty Moving
The Steely Bedrock During Quenching
When Hardy Arch throughout Brewing
The Basin amid Plain Carrying
What the Rough Canyon over Rolling
The Lifeless Ash Since the Dreading
Fertile Brook circa the Growing
Grieving Carbon nearby Trembling
What the Border across Warm-hued Stirring
What Lingering Bay along Returning
Kindly Canyon onto the Opening
What the Bluff down Loamy Spinning
The Aurora of Feathered Dispelling
What the Atoll on Muted-gold Curving
Timeworn Canyon betwixt Buffering
Stoic Border onto the 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.