digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
What the Border amidst Enduring Clearing
45 Euler spirals drift over the ground, some touching, most keeping their distance. Each carries its own colour; the bright orange 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
104 works so far 7,464 shapes
Hung today, 13 October · leaves the wall on 20 October.
The Canyon by Trusty Moving
The Serene Bog over the Embedding
Dawning Blossom with Singing
When Grounded Acre nearby Laboring
Deadened Bedrock betwixt the Festering
When Anchored Atoll beyond Persisting
The Forged Alcove above Depositing
The Brook Around Seemly Toiling
When the Estranged Carbon after Blackening
Olive Alcove after the Depositing
The Misty Alabaster off Beckoning
The Wild Alcove Around Brewing
Trusty Arch opposite Sowing
When Slow Acre opposite Lining
Embittered Cavern past Ruining
Fertile Brook circa the Growing
The Brook of Forged nearby Standing
When Hardy Arch throughout Brewing
The Mellow Arch with Meeting
Stoic Border onto the Rolling
What Ocherous Arch round Sowing
Timeworn Canyon betwixt Buffering
When Permanent Border up Depositing
When Even Alcove upon Mending
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.