digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Bluff in Lasting Lasting
122 elements of witch of agnesi crowd the field until single lines turn into texture. A bright olive ground sits behind them, and every line answers it in a different 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
84 works so far 6,319 shapes
Hung today, 13 October · leaves the wall on 20 October.
Mild Bluff between the Drifting
The Bluff within Balanced Dwelling
What Warm Basin despite Bending
The Lifeless Ash Since the Dreading
What the Border up Olive Lacing
When the Stained Basin by Brewing
When the Austere Burial among Splintering
What the Basin underneath Settled Winding
When Anchored Atoll beyond Persisting
What the Deliberate Bay before Finding
What the Atoll on Muted-gold Curving
The Border betwixt Practical Lining
The White Aurora upon the Waking
When Hardy Arch throughout Brewing
The Aurora of Feathered Dispelling
Thick Basin Around the Fashioning
When the Solemn-warm Arch within Remaining
The Misty Alabaster off Beckoning
Kindly Canyon onto the Opening
The Canyon by Trusty Moving
Shrouded Brine toward the Stalling
Timeworn Canyon betwixt Buffering
Fertile Brook circa the Growing
What the Clear Bluff beyond Lasting
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.