digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Atoll of Natural Setting
61 star polygons crowd the field until single lines turn into texture. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a bright olive 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.
Thursday
199 works so far 11,815 shapes
Hung today, 15 October · leaves the wall on 22 October.
When the Ocherous Border Around Cradling
When the Frugal Border nearby Crafting
The Constant Alcove among the Extending
What Fixed Acre Inside Cradling
The Brilliance between Still Chiming
Placid Atoll before Melting
What Solid Bog Since Fording
What the Grainy Arch past Traveling
When the Empyreal Breath upon Flickering
Clear Brook via Centering
Silent Ash in Enshrouding
The Solid Border During the Enduring
The Layered Acre atop the Steadying
The Mellowed Canyon above Brewing
When Elated Aura amidst Lighting
When Patinaed Basin upon Setting
The Basin beyond Salted Bending
When Temperate Bay betwixt Traveling
When Autumnal Atoll despite Pressing
When the Sober Atoll betwixt Bending
Shaded Brine onto Drowning
The Beam opposite Awash Coruscating
The Dusty Arch amid Rooting
When the Calm Brook underneath Hedging
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.