digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Clear Brook alongside the Harboring
72 circle involutes press together into a single, restless field. A bright teal ground sits behind them, and every line answers it in a different 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.
Tuesday
111 works so far 7,980 shapes
Hung today, 13 October · leaves the wall on 20 October.
What the Blossom into Delicate Perfuming
When Slow Acre opposite Lining
The Bluff within Balanced Dwelling
Brilliant Alabaster after the Cheering
When Untroubled Canyon During Steadying
The Brook Around Seemly Toiling
When Earthen Canyon out Passing
The Bay onto Weighty Anchoring
What Warm Basin despite Bending
What Ocherous Arch round Sowing
When Melancholy Carbon circa Writhing
Timeworn Canyon betwixt Buffering
Deadened Bedrock betwixt the Festering
The Border betwixt Practical Lining
Ripened Bluff on the Shaping
The Canyon by Trusty Moving
Embittered Cavern past Ruining
Fathomed Canyon under Spreading
Thick Basin Around the Fashioning
What the Border across Warm-hued Stirring
The Steely Bedrock During Quenching
The Bog of Real until Setting
The Buoyant Aurora in Sparkling
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.