digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
When the Cordial Border amidst Weighing
62 constellations fill the ground so densely that the eye starts looking for gaps. 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
185 works so far 11,998 shapes
Hung today, 13 October · leaves the wall on 20 October.
When Ample Arch above Shaping
When Loamy Acre Against Centering
The Neutral Bog along the Connecting
The Intact Atoll outside Changing
Thick Canyon upon Stirring
When Melancholy Carbon circa Writhing
When the Solemn-warm Arch within Remaining
Mindful Acre up Fashioning
Self-possessed Bay beyond Connecting
The Pellucid Aura from the Delighting
When the Austere Burial among Splintering
The Mellow Arch with Meeting
The Cascade of Celestial off Liberating
Shrouded Brine toward the Stalling
The Cairn unto Parched Sundering
The Forged Alcove above Depositing
When Ascending Blaze off Unfurling
When Candid Beam throughout Lavishing
Thick Basin Around the Fashioning
What the Sparkling Blossom among Unfurling
The Buoyant Aurora in Sparkling
The Bay onto Weighty Anchoring
The Basin amid Plain Carrying
The Durable Bog opposite the Centering
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.