digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Canyon till Attentive Entwining
40 paisleys drift over the ground, some touching, most keeping their distance. The bright blue ground lets each colour keep its own voice.
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.
Thursday
205 works so far 12,185 shapes
Hung today, 15 October · leaves the wall on 22 October.
When Grave-toned Bog betwixt Filling
What the Evenhanded Acre past Fastening
The Cascade past Ascending Flaring
The Bluff of Lean past Echoing
What the Blossom outside Nascent Flourishing
When the Rough Basin throughout Remaining
What Attentive Bluff beside Returning
Mindful Bog under Laboring
The Shadowy Cairn round the Stilling
What Ponderous Atoll across Ripening
The Bog of Centered amidst Resting
Serene Canyon through the Waiting
The Border of Unflappable Echoing
Ripened Acre nearby the Continuing
When Imperturbable Basin up Spreading
Rough Bluff under the Moving
The Devoted Alcove off Sounding
The Lean Bluff with Guarding
When Ponderous Bluff out Laboring
True Bluff outside the Stretching
When Sandy Bay by Layering
What Measured Border across Extending
The Deadened Carbon underneath the Expiring
The Sensible Bay atop Pacing
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.