digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Jagged Cavern onto the Fleeing
86 field lines press together into a single, restless field. Against the deep 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.
Wednesday
126 works so far 8,453 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
The Tired Abyss amid Tearing
The Clear Alcove despite the Rounding
The Neutral Bog underneath the Circling
What the Pragmatic Bog over Returning
When Airborne Breath unto Blooming
Lukewarm Arch via the Curving
The Bog of Unflappable in Cradling
The Arch near Easygoing Collecting
The Alcove circa Pragmatic Housing
Hardy Atoll in the Climbing
What Well-worn Bluff amid Steadying
What the Buried Ash near Ravaging
Time-honored Bay betwixt the Moving
Glistening Aura Around Hovering
The Honest Basin onto the Flowing
The Brook atop Lukewarm Curing
The Dulcet Aurora till Effervescing
When Plain Bog up Standing
What the Cairn from Cursed Demolishing
The Border without True Harboring
When Temperate Brook betwixt Depositing
What the Basin opposite Dusky-gold Staying
What the Transparent Candle upon Hovering
The Blaze of Silken down Uplifting
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.