digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Brook Against Evenhanded Melting
52 Chartres labyrinths spread across the field, crossing wherever chance brought them together. The bright blue ground lets each colour keep its own voice.
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
200 works so far 12,759 shapes
Hung today, 13 October · leaves the wall on 20 October.
Still Candle among Dancing
When Clear Alcove over Pacing
When Clarion Aura amid Breathing
What White Aura in Floating
Thick Canyon upon Stirring
When Comfortless Burial off Plunging
Trusty Arch opposite Sowing
The Lasting Alcove past Spanning
The Lacy Breath over Beaming
When Bare Ash throughout Smoldering
Dawning Blossom with Singing
Distant Basin into Girding
When Leisurely Brook despite Remaining
What the Bog down Slow Drawing
What Antique Brook with Climbing
The Brook till Meditative Damming
What the Air amid Buoyant Flaring
Devoted Arch betwixt Rooting
Old-fashioned Alcove above Fitting
Husky Alcove till Echoing
The Steady-handed Bay upon the Inscribing
When the Stained Basin by Brewing
The Deliberate Acre above Seeding
The Arch down Autumnal Dwelling
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.