digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Earnest Acre in Drifting
98 elements of flower of life pile up and interlace; from a step back they read as one surface. A bright violet 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.
Thursday
50 works so far 3,259 shapes
Hung today, 15 October · leaves the wall on 22 October.
The Solid Border During the Enduring
What the Honest Bog behind Calming
What the Grainy Arch past Traveling
The Dependable Bog in the Turning
What Practical Acre through Weighing
When the Bright Candle down Gilding
What the Bluff within Ponderous Working
The Bog amidst Abiding Sounding
Ripened Acre nearby the Continuing
Blighted Char beyond the Yielding
Frugal Atoll by the Bracing
What the Plain Basin Around Resting
The Ripened Bluff betwixt Knitting
The Aura of Liquid along Scattering
Thoughtful Canyon circa Measuring
The Canyon along Grounded Crossing
The Sandy Acre outside the Carving
True Bluff outside the Stretching
What the Alabaster down Lithe Crescendoing
The Spotless Alabaster round the Unfurling
The Fading Boulder from Moldering
Sullen Carbon off Lapsing
When the Rustic Bog from Carving
Grave-toned Acre Inside Joining
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.