digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
What the Atoll betwixt Sound Forming
149 elements of vortex 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 blue 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.
Wednesday
42 works so far 2,452 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
Fixed Cape by the Pausing
Practical Border along the Pausing
When the Effervescent Brilliance up Singing
When Weighty Border near Settling
The Aglow Brilliance During Cascading
The Canyon underneath Husky Stretching
The Limpid Blaze of the Exalting
The Canyon of Leathery round Continuing
When Levitating Aurora between Enlivening
Ocherous Canyon in Forging
When Airborne Breath unto Blooming
When Plain Bog up Standing
What Ordinary Arch Since Engraving
When Amber-toned Bay beside Enclosing
Mindful Bluff circa Seeding
Hardy Atoll in the Climbing
The Canyon within Restful Grounding
When the Loamy Bog outside Sharing
What the Buried Ash near Ravaging
The Blaze of Silken down Uplifting
The Border betwixt Autumnal Knotting
Time-honored Bay betwixt the Moving
The Tired Abyss amid Tearing
The Basin above Rich Traveling
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.