digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
What the Bog nearby Textured Pausing
63 elements of versailles parquet fill the ground so densely that the eye starts looking for gaps. Each carries its own colour; the bright green 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
155 works so far 9,069 shapes
Hung today, 15 October · leaves the wall on 22 October.
When the Layered Bay past Bending
When Sunlit Breath toward Glowing
What Lingering Basin atop Rolling
The Candle of Vast Scattering
Textured Brook alongside Gathering
The Rough Acre unto Extending
The Full-bodied Bluff During Channeling
Pragmatic Alcove circa Stretching
The Cape of Layered round Collecting
The Shadowy Cairn round the Stilling
When the Wise Alcove beneath Tilling
The Basin amid Mossy Collecting
Thoughtful Canyon circa Measuring
The Sound Border alongside the Rolling
Blighted Char beyond the Yielding
When the Abandoned Bedrock underneath Mauling
The Candle of Sunlit via Swirling
The Ripened Bluff betwixt Knitting
When the Frugal Border nearby Crafting
The Earthbound Acre off Bordering
Mellowed Atoll beneath Rounding
The Strong Border During Traveling
The Alcove toward Mindful Persisting
What the Brook amid True Aging
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.