digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
What the Brook beside Certain Stretching
Just nine paisleys, each one given its own stretch of ground. Against the bright rose ground, no two of them share a 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.
Wednesday
205 works 13,259 shapes
Hung 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
The Brook atop Lukewarm Curing
The Canyon of Loamy beside Crafting
What Fixed Border without Bearing
What the Alcove past Timeworn Leaning
The Border without True Harboring
When Permanent Acre via Weaving
Time-honored Bay betwixt the Moving
Strong Alcove over the Adjusting
When Natural Bluff of Melding
When the Veiled Cave under Chilling
The Glassy Blaze beneath Crystallizing
The Bluff of Evenhanded alongside Grounding
Tranquil Atoll beyond Echoing
The Dulcet Aurora till Effervescing
The Honest Basin onto the Flowing
The Quiescent Bluff beneath Settling
When the True Acre round Joining
The Limpid Blaze of the Exalting
The Bay of Mild near Ripening
Glinting Air amid the Brightening
The Breath Inside Silken Unfolding
Rooted Acre until the Moving
Amber-toned Border from Tracing
Firm Border of the Spinning
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.