digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
When Temperate Bay betwixt Traveling
88 Truchet tiles press together into a single, restless field. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a bright ochre 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
51 works so far 3,347 shapes
Hung today, 15 October · leaves the wall on 22 October.
What the Honest Bog behind Calming
The Alcove toward Mindful Persisting
Thoughtful Canyon circa Measuring
Earnest Acre in Drifting
Ripened Acre nearby the Continuing
Sullen Carbon off Lapsing
Distant Atoll circa the Distilling
What the Grainy Arch past Traveling
When Patinaed Basin upon Setting
The Dependable Bog in the Turning
The Acre of Reasonable out Curing
The Mellowed Canyon above Brewing
The Spotless Alabaster round the Unfurling
The Sandy Acre outside the Carving
Textured Brook alongside Gathering
When Anchored Bluff onto Calming
When the Frugal Bog into Finding
Grave-toned Bog across Guarding
When the Weighted Brook down Staying
The Beam opposite Awash Coruscating
Quiescent Bluff via Mending
The Canyon along Grounded Crossing
What the Darksome Cavern over Souring
The Hewn Acre across Weighing
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.