digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Bluff into Mossy Grading
20 hyperbolic tilings settle across the surface in no order but their own. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a bright olive 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
175 works so far 11,374 shapes
Hung today, 13 October · leaves the wall on 20 October.
The Bluff in Lasting Lasting
The Alcove with Constant Staying
When Candid Beam throughout Lavishing
The Cascade of Celestial off Liberating
When Permanent Border up Depositing
What Ocherous Arch round Sowing
Distant Basin into Girding
Embittered Cavern past Ruining
When Untroubled Canyon During Steadying
What the Border amidst Enduring Clearing
The Border over Practical Ripening
The Untroubled Arch nearby Tracing
When Even Alcove upon Mending
When Bare Ash throughout Smoldering
What the Border up Olive Lacing
The Buoyant Aurora in Sparkling
When Grounded Acre nearby Laboring
The Effervescent Bloom alongside Burgeoning
Dawning Blossom with Singing
What the Canyon unto Copper Shaping
The Brook till Meditative Damming
What Soulless Boulder after Bleakening
The Neutral Bog along the Connecting
Still Candle among Dancing
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.