digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
What the Silvery Candle beside Christening
89 Pythagoras trees overlap again and again, building a weave no hand would have planned. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a pale green 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
87 works so far 6,508 shapes
Hung today, 13 October · leaves the wall on 20 October.
Stoic Border onto the Rolling
When the Stained Basin by Brewing
The Brook of Forged nearby Standing
The Serene Bog over the Embedding
Brilliant Alabaster after the Cheering
When Hardy Arch throughout Brewing
The Lasting Alcove past Spanning
The Untroubled Arch nearby Tracing
The Cairn unto Parched Sundering
Trusty Arch opposite Sowing
The Cavern beyond Tenebrous Sundering
Olive Alcove after the Depositing
When the Austere Burial among Splintering
Fertile Brook circa the Growing
The Bay of Unshaken up Rolling
The White Aurora upon the Waking
The Basin amid Plain Carrying
When Attentive Border under Rounding
The Wild Alcove Around Brewing
What the Border across Warm-hued Stirring
Distant Basin into Girding
When Untroubled Canyon During Steadying
The Lifeless Ash Since the Dreading
What the Basin underneath Settled Winding
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.