digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Kindly Bay behind the Rooting
92 dragon curves overlap again and again, building a weave no hand would have planned. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a bright red 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.
Wednesday
85 works so far 5,422 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
What the Tired Cavern down Sundering
The Aglow Brilliance During Cascading
Fixed Cape by the Pausing
When the Grounded Atoll between Returning
Glinting Air amid the Brightening
The Canyon underneath Husky Stretching
Sustained Bog Around Passing
The Canyon of Leathery round Continuing
The Blaze of Silken down Uplifting
When Plain Bog up Standing
Placid Brook of the Seeding
When Levitating Aurora between Enlivening
What Well-worn Bluff amid Steadying
The Forged Border Inside Rounding
The Subtle Acre underneath Measuring
What Countrified Bluff by Hedging
When the Warm-hued Arch of Shaping
When Weighty Border near Settling
The Bog opposite Equable Climbing
The Canyon within Restful Grounding
What the Basin opposite Dusky-gold Staying
What Centered Bluff in Flowing
The Alcove circa Pragmatic Housing
When Temperate Brook betwixt Depositing
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.