digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Brook till Meditative Damming
Nine Barnsley ferns hold the field on their own, with room to breathe between them. Each carries its own colour; the bright green ground holds them together.
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
88 works so far 6,517 shapes
Hung today, 13 October · leaves the wall on 20 October.
What the Steady Bluff from Steadying
What Warm Basin despite Bending
Balanced Cape unto the Plowing
Fertile Brook circa the Growing
When Slow Acre opposite Lining
The Bluff within Balanced Dwelling
When the Solemn-warm Arch within Remaining
The Lifeless Ash Since the Dreading
What the Atoll on Muted-gold Curving
What the Basin underneath Settled Winding
When Grounded Acre nearby Laboring
When Attentive Border under Rounding
The Bluff in Lasting Lasting
When Empyreal Blaze alongside Fluttering
Olive Alcove after the Depositing
What the Border up Olive Lacing
The Brook Around Seemly Toiling
The Lasting Alcove past Spanning
When the Estranged Carbon after Blackening
Thick Basin Around the Fashioning
What the Blossom into Delicate Perfuming
The Bog of Real until Setting
The Acre of Ripened Around Drifting
Timeworn Canyon betwixt Buffering
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.