digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Alcove of Calm underneath Abiding
100 hyperboloids press together into a single, restless field. A bright blue 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
165 works so far 10,625 shapes
Hung today, 13 October · leaves the wall on 20 October.
What the Steady Bluff from Steadying
Sullen Cave amidst the Perishing
Deadened Bedrock betwixt the Festering
The Alabaster of Dulcet alongside Gracing
The Border betwixt Practical Lining
What the Basin underneath Settled Winding
When the Honeyed Canyon with Earning
When Candid Beam throughout Lavishing
The Cairn unto Parched Sundering
What the Deliberate Bay before Finding
The Steely Bedrock During Quenching
What the Silvery Candle beside Christening
Ripened Bluff on the Shaping
Dismal Basalt Inside the Descending
The Atoll of Heartfelt onto Stirring
The Brook till Meditative Damming
Homely Arch for Pacing
Trusty Arch opposite Sowing
The Lifeless Ash Since the Dreading
When the Solemn-warm Arch within Remaining
When Leisurely Brook despite Remaining
The Lingering Bay toward the Knotting
The Serene Bog over the Embedding
Olive Alcove after the Depositing
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.