digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Jagged Cavern onto the Fleeing
86 field lines press together into a single, restless field. Against the deep blue ground, no two of them share a colour.
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
126 works so far 8,453 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
What the Composed Cape from Rooting
What Ordinary Arch Since Engraving
What the Buried Ash near Ravaging
When Weighty Border near Settling
The Ash out Pale Sapping
What the Tired Cavern down Sundering
When the Loamy Bog outside Sharing
What the Bog unto Honest Shaping
What Centered Bluff in Flowing
When the True Acre round Joining
Glinting Air amid the Brightening
When Levitating Aurora between Enlivening
Clay-rolled Bay alongside Flowing
When Desolate Basalt behind Decaying
The Matronly Bluff into Calming
The Cool Aura beyond the Waltzing
Practical Border along the Pausing
The Blaze of Silken down Uplifting
When Earthy Atoll into Steadying
What Well-worn Bluff amid Steadying
The Boulder of Grave out Deadening
Weighted Acre onto Flowing
Sagacious Acre up Crossing
When Amber-toned Bay beside Enclosing
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.