digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Forthcoming Bog unto Engraving
25 wireframe spheres spread across the field, crossing wherever chance brought them together. The bright rose ground lets each colour keep its own voice.
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
161 works so far 10,232 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
What Centered Bluff in Flowing
Ocherous Canyon in Forging
The Wild Arch beyond the Layering
The Canyon underneath Husky Stretching
When Temperate Brook betwixt Depositing
Resolute Bluff outside Tying
The Basin of Moderate opposite Bridging
The Honest Basin onto the Flowing
The Forthcoming Alcove between the Entwining
Wild Bog amidst Fastening
What Balanced Basin off Adjusting
When the Loamy Bog outside Sharing
Rooted Acre until the Moving
The Clear Alcove despite the Rounding
When Levitating Aurora between Enlivening
What Ponderous Bay for Spinning
The Seasoned Acre betwixt the Waiting
The Olive Bluff upon Turning
What the Buried Ash near Ravaging
The Alcove of Timeworn into Bending
The Dulcet Aurora till Effervescing
Cultivated Bluff despite Anchoring
When Desolate Basalt behind Decaying
When Loyal Basin Around Adjusting
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.