digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Bog of Sedate amid Collecting
44 hatchings drift over the ground, some touching, most keeping their distance. Against the muted teal 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
140 works so far 9,080 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
The Bay upon Forthcoming Engraving
When Desolate Basalt behind Decaying
What the Dusky-gold Bay near Connecting
Familiar Cape above Guarding
What the Carbon along Shrouded Sapping
What the Timeworn Alcove circa Winding
When Weighty Border near Settling
The Limpid Blaze of the Exalting
What Muted-gold Bay outside Cooling
Tranquil Atoll beyond Echoing
The Forthcoming Alcove between the Entwining
Kindly Bay behind the Rooting
When Genuine Canyon despite Knotting
When the Harmonious Alabaster over Swelling
The Arch near Easygoing Collecting
Resolute Bluff outside Tying
What the Transparent Candle upon Hovering
Sustained Bog Around Passing
When the Loamy Bog outside Sharing
Earthen Border up Spinning
Amber-toned Border from Tracing
When the Resolute Acre onto Learning
When Permanent Acre via Weaving
What Countrified Bluff by Hedging
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.