digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
When the Estranged Carbon after Blackening
32 astroids settle across the surface in no order but their own. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a deep blue 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.
Tuesday
79 works so far 5,933 shapes
Hung today, 13 October · leaves the wall on 20 October.
What the Deliberate Bay before Finding
The Breath of Glinting alongside Glowing
Steadfast Arch throughout the Lodging
The Untroubled Arch nearby Tracing
What Lean Atoll amidst Cradling
The Brook Around Seemly Toiling
The Basin amid Plain Carrying
When the Stained Basin by Brewing
Self-possessed Bay beyond Connecting
Deadened Bedrock betwixt the Festering
Stoic Border onto the Rolling
Mild Bluff between the Drifting
When Slow Acre opposite Lining
Grieving Carbon nearby Trembling
The Wild Alcove Around Brewing
When Untroubled Canyon During Steadying
The Acre of Ripened Around Drifting
The Arch outside Familiar Casting
When Hardy Arch throughout Brewing
The Char of Dim without Enshrouding
The Deliberate Acre above Seeding
Fertile Brook circa the Growing
What the Steady Bluff from Steadying
Dawning Blossom with Singing
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.