digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
What Muted-gold Canyon Since Ripening
100 arabesques pile up and interlace; from a step back they read as one surface. Against the bright green ground, no two of them share a 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
72 works so far 4,403 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
What the Atoll betwixt Sound Forming
What the Basin opposite Dusky-gold Staying
What Countrified Bluff by Hedging
Ocherous Canyon in Forging
When the Grounded Atoll between Returning
The Aglow Brilliance During Cascading
True Acre alongside the Balancing
The Limpid Blaze of the Exalting
Amber-toned Border from Tracing
The Canyon of Leathery round Continuing
What Centered Bluff in Flowing
The Honest Basin onto the Flowing
When the Sensible Bog onto Steadying
Weighted Acre onto Flowing
When the Loamy Bog outside Sharing
Mindful Bluff circa Seeding
The Olive Bluff upon Turning
The Basin above Rich Traveling
When Weighty Border near Settling
What Ordinary Arch Since Engraving
What the Dusky-gold Bay near Connecting
Fixed Cape by the Pausing
When Amber-toned Bay beside Enclosing
The Matronly Bluff into Calming
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.