digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
What the Honest Bog behind Calming
98 superellipses pile up and interlace; from a step back they read as one surface. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a bright orange ground.
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.
Thursday
49 works so far 3,161 shapes
Hung today, 15 October · leaves the wall on 22 October.
The Hewn Acre across Weighing
The Solid Border During the Enduring
The Sandy Acre outside the Carving
The Spotless Alabaster round the Unfurling
True Bluff outside the Stretching
When the Weighted Brook down Staying
When the Layered Bay past Bending
Ripened Acre nearby the Continuing
Grave-toned Bog across Guarding
Thoughtful Canyon circa Measuring
What the Grainy Arch past Traveling
What the Bluff within Ponderous Working
When the Frugal Bog into Finding
What the Alabaster down Lithe Crescendoing
The Canyon along Grounded Crossing
Distant Atoll circa the Distilling
The Aura of Liquid along Scattering
The Bog amidst Abiding Sounding
Sullen Carbon off Lapsing
The Fading Boulder from Moldering
When the Rustic Bog from Carving
What Practical Acre through Weighing
Grave-toned Acre Inside Joining
What the Plain Basin Around Resting
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.