digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
What the Brine Since Ragged Grieving
25 elements of seigaiha drift over the ground, some touching, most keeping their distance. Against the deep violet 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
141 works so far 9,105 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
The Forged Border Inside Rounding
The Brilliance behind Jovial Gracing
When Weighty Border near Settling
When the Resolute Acre onto Learning
The Acre without Reasonable Depositing
Lean Bog underneath Filling
What Ponderous Bay for Spinning
What Muted-gold Canyon Since Ripening
What the Pragmatic Bog over Returning
What the Atoll betwixt Sound Forming
When Levitating Aurora between Enlivening
What Centered Bluff in Flowing
The Arch round Weighted Grounding
The Bog Around Contemplative Fastening
Sagacious Acre up Crossing
What Well-worn Bluff amid Steadying
What the Methodical Acre outside Anchoring
What the Alcove past Timeworn Leaning
When the Effervescent Brilliance up Singing
What Ordinary Arch Since Engraving
Jagged Cavern onto the Fleeing
Resolute Bluff outside Tying
When the Warm-hued Arch of Shaping
Earthen Border up Spinning
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.