digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
When Forthright Border beneath Sharing
137 pinwheel tiles fill the ground so densely that the eye starts looking for gaps. Each carries its own colour; the bright blue ground holds them together.
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
99 works so far 6,731 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
Quiescent Alcove behind Entwining
What Centered Bluff in Flowing
The Transparent Beam along Unfurling
Glinting Air amid the Brightening
Amiable Candle amid Endearing
The Arch of Organic nearby Girding
What the Atoll betwixt Sound Forming
When Quiescent Acre atop Dwelling
What the Bog unto Honest Shaping
When Earthy Atoll into Steadying
What the Timeworn Alcove circa Winding
The Dulcet Aurora till Effervescing
Rooted Acre until the Moving
The Bay of Sagacious on Tilling
When Amber-toned Bay beside Enclosing
When the Sensible Bog onto Steadying
The Border betwixt Autumnal Knotting
Kindly Bay behind the Rooting
When Well-worn Bluff atop Stirring
What the Carbon along Shrouded Sapping
The Alcove circa Pragmatic Housing
Placid Brook of the Seeding
Hardy Atoll in the Climbing
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.