digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Open Bloom opposite Brightening
21 elements of flower of life settle across the surface in no order but their own. Each carries its own colour; the pale green ground holds them together.
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
50 works so far 2,900 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
When Airborne Breath unto Blooming
The Bog opposite Equable Climbing
The Tired Abyss amid Tearing
What Well-worn Bluff amid Steadying
The Canyon underneath Husky Stretching
Fixed Cape by the Pausing
The Limpid Blaze of the Exalting
Practical Border along the Pausing
When the Loamy Bog outside Sharing
When Earthy Atoll into Steadying
The Border betwixt Autumnal Knotting
What the Timeworn Alcove circa Winding
What the Atoll betwixt Sound Forming
When Temperate Brook betwixt Depositing
Mindful Bluff circa Seeding
The Canyon within Restful Grounding
Clay-rolled Bluff opposite Enclosing
The Lingering Atoll via the Circling
The Transparent Beam along Unfurling
When the Effervescent Brilliance up Singing
The Canyon of Leathery round Continuing
When Weighty Border near Settling
Mellow Bog atop the Resting
The Bog of Unflappable in Cradling
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.