digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Subtle Acre underneath Measuring
134 astroids pile up and interlace; from a step back they read as one surface. A stone-grey 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
79 works so far 4,898 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
When the Loamy Bog outside Sharing
What the Buried Ash near Ravaging
What the Timeworn Alcove circa Winding
Crisp Candle among the Glinting
When Airborne Breath unto Blooming
The Limpid Blaze of the Exalting
The Bog Around Contemplative Fastening
The Tired Abyss amid Tearing
Placid Brook of the Seeding
The Canyon within Restful Grounding
When the Warm-hued Arch of Shaping
The Dulcet Aurora till Effervescing
Lukewarm Arch via the Curving
The Transparent Beam along Unfurling
The Brook of Contemplative till Knitting
Weighted Acre onto Flowing
What Well-worn Bluff amid Steadying
The Arch near Easygoing Collecting
What the Carbon along Shrouded Sapping
What the Atoll betwixt Sound Forming
Familiar Cape above Guarding
When the Effervescent Brilliance up Singing
What Centered Bluff in Flowing
The Blaze of Silken down Uplifting
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.