digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
When Open Brilliance along Scattering
143 elements of jellyfish fill the ground so densely that the eye starts looking for gaps. Each carries its own colour; the muted rose ground holds them together.
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
194 works so far 12,488 shapes
Hung today, 13 October · leaves the wall on 20 October.
What Mellowed Bog Since Resting
When the Cordial Border amidst Weighing
Recollected Brook nearby the Cooling
What Lingering Bay along Returning
The Decayed Abyss alongside Fleeing
Grieving Carbon nearby Trembling
What the Basin underneath Settled Winding
The Wild Alcove Around Brewing
The Alcove of Calm underneath Abiding
The Practical Basin beneath the Abiding
The Alcove till Lingering Spreading
When Layered Bay past Keeping
What the Basin of Steady-handed Guarding
What Soulless Boulder after Bleakening
The Atoll among Enduring Anchoring
Dawning Blossom with Singing
When Loamy Acre Against Centering
When Perished Bedrock atop Petrifying
Sullen Cave amidst the Perishing
Ripened Bluff on the Shaping
What the Air amid Buoyant Flaring
What Certain Border beyond Entwining
The Bluff into Mossy Grading
The Cavern beyond Tenebrous 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.