digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Recollected Border above the Continuing
21 geodesic domes gather and scatter in uneven clusters, as if caught mid-movement. A bright green 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
164 works so far 10,525 shapes
Hung today, 13 October · leaves the wall on 20 October.
Balanced Cape unto the Plowing
The Neutral Bog along the Connecting
Timeworn Canyon betwixt Buffering
Still Candle among Dancing
When Overcast Cave past Defiling
When Earthen Canyon out Passing
The Basin amid Plain Carrying
What the Canyon unto Copper Shaping
What Soulless Boulder after Bleakening
What the Border up Olive Lacing
The Pellucid Aura from the Delighting
Restful Alcove without Passing
The Bluff in Lasting Lasting
The Lifeless Ash Since the Dreading
The Canyon Against Leathery Joining
What the Rough Canyon over Rolling
What Antique Brook with Climbing
What the Bluff down Loamy Spinning
Centered Bay into Seeding
What the Doleful Boulder out Blistering
The Bay onto Weighty Anchoring
When the Solemn-warm Arch within Remaining
The Lacy Breath over Beaming
The Cairn unto Parched Sundering
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.