digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Mindful Acre for Connecting
13 elements of bamboo share the field — close enough to overlap, loose enough to be told apart. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a bright blue ground.
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
191 works so far 12,291 shapes
Hung today, 13 October · leaves the wall on 20 October.
When Reflective Bog nearby Flowing
When Ascending Blaze off Unfurling
When Festive Aurora into Endearing
The Bog of Real until Setting
What the Air amid Buoyant Flaring
What Certain Border beyond Entwining
What the Bluff down Loamy Spinning
When Candid Beam throughout Lavishing
Blended Basin along the Depositing
What the Ash beneath Ruined Corroding
The Full-bodied Bluff alongside Knotting
When Overcast Cave past Defiling
The Bluff in Lasting Lasting
When the Cordial Border amidst Weighing
What Serene Canyon despite Finding
Embittered Cavern past Ruining
The Arch down Autumnal Dwelling
The Acre of Ripened Around Drifting
The Bluff up Known Pausing
What the Basin of Steady-handed Guarding
Deadened Bedrock betwixt the Festering
The Bay of Unshaken up Rolling
The Cairn unto Parched Sundering
Sure Canyon betwixt Housing
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.