digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
When the Grounded Atoll between Returning
50 elements of herringbone spread across the field, crossing wherever chance brought them together. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a stone-grey 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
63 works so far 3,767 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
The Ash out Pale Sapping
The Border beyond Dusky-gold Stretching
The Canyon of Leathery round Continuing
The Lingering Atoll via the Circling
The Dulcet Aurora till Effervescing
When Earthy Atoll into Steadying
What the Timeworn Alcove circa Winding
The Bog opposite Equable Climbing
Placid Brook of the Seeding
The Border betwixt Autumnal Knotting
The Bog of Unflappable in Cradling
Practical Border along the Pausing
When Amber-toned Bay beside Enclosing
The Canyon underneath Husky Stretching
What Countrified Bluff by Hedging
What the Pragmatic Bog over Returning
When Levitating Aurora between Enlivening
The Limpid Blaze of the Exalting
When Quiescent Acre atop Dwelling
Hardy Atoll in the Climbing
Mindful Bluff circa Seeding
What the Buried Ash near Ravaging
What the Bog unto Honest Shaping
Open Bloom opposite Brightening
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.