digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Bay upon Forthcoming Engraving
24 rose curves settle across the surface in no order but their own. A bright blue 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.
Wednesday
53 works so far 2,988 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
The Dulcet Aurora till Effervescing
Time-honored Bay betwixt the Moving
When the Loamy Bog outside Sharing
The Tired Abyss amid Tearing
Clay-rolled Bluff opposite Enclosing
The Diamantine Brilliance alongside the Crescendoing
When the Effervescent Brilliance up Singing
When Earthy Atoll into Steadying
The Neutral Bog underneath the Circling
The Basin above Rich Traveling
What the Basin opposite Dusky-gold Staying
What Well-worn Bluff amid Steadying
When Amber-toned Bay beside Enclosing
Mellow Bog atop the Resting
The Blaze of Silken down Uplifting
When the Sensible Bog onto Steadying
The Canyon within Restful Grounding
The Bog opposite Equable Climbing
Practical Border along the Pausing
When Levitating Aurora between Enlivening
What the Dusky-gold Bay near Connecting
The Aglow Brilliance During Cascading
Resolute Bluff outside Tying
Ocherous Canyon in Forging
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.