digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Deliberate Acre above Seeding
37 labyrinths settle across the surface in no order but their own. Against the bright blue 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
70 works so far 5,381 shapes
Hung today, 13 October · leaves the wall on 20 October.
The Steely Bedrock During Quenching
The Cairn unto Parched Sundering
Kindly Canyon onto the Opening
What the Bluff down Loamy Spinning
The Arch outside Familiar Casting
When Grounded Acre nearby Laboring
Distant Basin into Girding
What the Steady Bluff from Steadying
The Brook Around Seemly Toiling
Shrouded Brine toward the Stalling
What the Rough Canyon over Rolling
Deadened Bedrock betwixt the Festering
What the Deliberate Bay before Finding
Dawning Blossom with Singing
The Cavern beyond Tenebrous Sundering
The Intact Atoll outside Changing
Stoic Border onto the Rolling
The Serene Bog over the Embedding
When the Solemn-warm Arch within Remaining
The Aurora of Feathered Dispelling
Grave-toned Basin throughout Housing
The Bluff within Balanced Dwelling
Thick Basin Around the Fashioning
The Wild Alcove Around Brewing
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.