digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Aglow Brilliance During Cascading
Just nine teardrops, each one given its own stretch of ground. The bright green ground lets each colour keep its own voice.
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
30 works so far 1,618 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
Ocherous Canyon in Forging
When the Earthbound Atoll of Standing
Fixed Cape by the Pausing
What the Pragmatic Bog over Returning
When Weighty Border near Settling
The Blaze of Silken down Uplifting
The Canyon of Leathery round Continuing
When Plain Bog up Standing
The Basin above Rich Traveling
Practical Border along the Pausing
The Neutral Bog underneath the Circling
Clay-rolled Bluff opposite Enclosing
Resolute Bluff outside Tying
What the Dusky-gold Bay near Connecting
What Well-worn Bluff amid Steadying
The Border betwixt Autumnal Knotting
When Airborne Breath unto Blooming
Hardy Atoll in the Climbing
When Amber-toned Bay beside Enclosing
What the Timeworn Alcove circa Winding
When the Loamy Bog outside Sharing
The Olive Bluff upon Turning
The Limpid Blaze of the Exalting
When Temperate Brook betwixt 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.