digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Acre of Permanent underneath Tying
50 elements of versailles parquet settle across the surface in no order but their own. A bright rose ground sits behind them, and every line answers it in a different 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
155 works so far 9,783 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
Hardy Atoll in the Climbing
The Honest Basin onto the Flowing
The Arch near Easygoing Collecting
What the Alcove past Timeworn Leaning
When Firm Bay amidst Spinning
The Canyon of Leathery round Continuing
When the Veiled Cave under Chilling
When the Sensible Bog onto Steadying
The Matronly Bluff into Calming
When Loyal Basin Around Adjusting
Sensible Basin throughout Weaving
Sustained Bog Around Passing
Fathomed Bog across the Brewing
Placid Brook of the Seeding
The Cool Aura beyond the Waltzing
Rooted Acre until the Moving
Cultivated Bluff despite Anchoring
Lukewarm Arch via the Curving
What the Brine Since Ragged Grieving
Intact Basin off the Anchoring
Mellow Bog atop the Resting
The Dulcet Aurora till Effervescing
Earthen Border up Spinning
When the Harmonious Alabaster over Swelling
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.