digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
When Fathomed Border Around Tying
62 strange attractors overlap again and again, building a weave no hand would have planned. Each carries its own colour; the bright ochre 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.
Thursday
123 works so far 7,709 shapes
Hung today, 15 October · leaves the wall on 22 October.
What the Bog atop Level-headed Fashioning
The Intrinsic Acre outside Arching
When Level-headed Bay near Adjusting
The Harmonious Blossom by Freshening
Distant Atoll circa the Distilling
When the Empyreal Breath upon Flickering
The Air of Cool out Ensouling
When Timeworn Atoll Against Bridging
What the Plain Basin Around Resting
When the Wise Alcove beneath Tilling
Matronly Arch off the Tilling
Shaded Brine onto Drowning
The Known Alcove before Buffering
The Beam opposite Awash Coruscating
True Bluff outside the Stretching
What the Alabaster down Lithe Crescendoing
The Halcyon Breath beneath Beaming
When the Amber Basin after Spanning
What Austere Abyss beneath Darkening
When Temperate Bay betwixt Traveling
The Bog amidst Abiding Sounding
When Sandy Bay by Layering
What the Atoll Inside Gentle Hedging
The Rough Acre unto Extending
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.