digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
What the Sparkling Blossom among Unfurling
75 Minkowski sausages fill the ground so densely that the eye starts looking for gaps. Each carries its own colour; the pale red 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
116 works so far 8,259 shapes
Hung today, 13 October · leaves the wall on 20 October.
What the Deliberate Bay before Finding
The Acre of Ripened Around Drifting
Olive Alcove after the Depositing
Old-fashioned Alcove above Fitting
When Anchored Atoll beyond Persisting
Trusty Arch opposite Sowing
Balanced Cape unto the Plowing
The Atoll of Heartfelt onto Stirring
Fathomed Canyon under Spreading
When Hardy Arch throughout Brewing
Brilliant Alabaster after the Cheering
When Loamy Acre Against Centering
The Misty Alabaster off Beckoning
When Melancholy Carbon circa Writhing
What Ocherous Arch round Sowing
The Char of Dim without Enshrouding
The Bay of Unshaken up Rolling
The Mellow Arch with Meeting
What the Rough Canyon over Rolling
What the Blossom into Delicate Perfuming
The White Aurora upon the Waking
The Basin amid Plain Carrying
Grieving Carbon nearby Trembling
What the Bog down Slow Drawing
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.