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 13,259 shapes
Hung 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
When the Warm-hued Arch of Shaping
What the Carbon along Shrouded Sapping
What Balanced Basin off Adjusting
When Airborne Breath unto Blooming
The Calm Brook outside Resting
What Centered Bluff in Flowing
The Weighted Canyon atop Dwelling
Fixed Cape by the Pausing
The Canyon of Leathery round Continuing
Refulgent Aura throughout Lighting
What the Brine Since Ragged Grieving
What Muted-gold Bay outside Cooling
The Bog Around Contemplative Fastening
When Weighty Border near Settling
Sustained Bog Around Passing
The Exhausted Burial near the Relenting
What Fixed Border without Bearing
Practical Border along the Pausing
When Textured Acre without Abiding
The Dulcet Aurora till Effervescing
Blighted Cairn within the Wrecking
True Acre alongside the Balancing
Time-honored Bog round Sounding
When Aged Abyss circa Writhing
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.