digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Alcove off Tranquil Reckoning
47 elements of argyle drift over the ground, some touching, most keeping their distance. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a bright rose 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
145 works so far 8,622 shapes
Hung today, 15 October · leaves the wall on 22 October.
The Hewn Acre across Weighing
Matronly Arch off the Tilling
The Acre of Reasonable out Curing
True Bluff outside the Stretching
The Known Alcove before Buffering
The Halcyon Breath beneath Beaming
The Atoll of Husky between Plowing
The Harmonious Blossom by Freshening
What Austere Abyss beneath Darkening
When the Intact Canyon atop Centering
The Sound Border alongside the Rolling
The Meditative Bay by Spinning
The Full-bodied Bluff During Channeling
The Rough Acre unto Extending
The Blossom of Feathered for Rejoicing
The Beam opposite Awash Coruscating
Earnest Acre in Drifting
Grimy Carbon opposite the Stalling
Clear Brook via Centering
The Bog of Centered amidst Resting
The Mellowed Canyon above Brewing
Blighted Char beyond the Yielding
Quiet Brook by Standing
Placid Atoll before Melting
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.