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 so far 13,259 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
When Quiet Border toward Ripening
Unshaken Basin outside Building
Clay-rolled Bluff opposite Enclosing
When the True Acre round Joining
What the Cairn from Cursed Demolishing
When the Harmonious Alabaster over Swelling
Drifting Beam beyond Delighting
The Mild Brook unto Curing
What Countrified Bluff by Hedging
What the Atoll betwixt Sound Forming
What the Dusky-gold Bay near Connecting
What the Basin opposite Dusky-gold Staying
The Subtle Acre underneath Measuring
Strong Alcove over the Adjusting
The Alcove circa Pragmatic Housing
The Arch round Weighted Grounding
Amiable Candle amid Endearing
The Grim Boulder by the Strangling
When the Sensible Bog onto Steadying
Tranquil Atoll beyond Echoing
What the Brine Since Ragged Grieving
Sullen Burial into the Lingering
What the Border atop Ripened Traveling
The Canyon underneath Husky Stretching
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.