digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Serene Bay atop Cooling
50 elements of houndstooth spread across the field, crossing wherever chance brought them together. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a bright violet 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
144 works so far 9,280 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
When Permanent Acre via Weaving
Amber-toned Border from Tracing
When Loyal Basin Around Adjusting
When Amber-toned Bay beside Enclosing
The Basin above Rich Traveling
What the Carbon along Shrouded Sapping
When Copper Canyon after Harboring
The Clear Alcove despite the Rounding
Wild Bog amidst Fastening
The Canyon of Leathery round Continuing
When Pellucid Blossom Against Lighting
The Canyon underneath Husky Stretching
The Patient Acre before Guarding
What the Timeworn Alcove circa Winding
When the Effervescent Brilliance up Singing
Firm Border of the Spinning
The Bog opposite Equable Climbing
When the Veiled Cave under Chilling
When Well-worn Bluff atop Stirring
The Basin of Moderate opposite Bridging
The Lingering Atoll via the Circling
When Earthy Atoll into Steadying
The Border beyond Dusky-gold Stretching
The Tired Abyss amid Tearing
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.