digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Infernal Ash before Disintegrating
92 network graphs overlap again and again, building a weave no hand would have planned. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a deep green 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
180 works so far 10,529 shapes
Hung today, 15 October · leaves the wall on 22 October.
Frugal Atoll by the Bracing
When Level-headed Bay near Adjusting
True Bluff outside the Stretching
What the Alcove between Weighty Pacing
Ample Arch Inside Spreading
When Blended Bluff by Lining
What the Mild Border despite Drifting
The Full-bodied Bluff During Channeling
Hardy Arch out the Harboring
Anchored Acre into Building
When the Calm Brook underneath Hedging
Silent Ash in Enshrouding
The Known Alcove before Buffering
What Solid Bog Since Fording
The Basin beyond Salted Bending
Tender Acre into the Carrying
When the Weighted Brook down Staying
The Cascade past Ascending Flaring
What Lambent Blossom on Emanating
What the Plain Basin Around Resting
What the Contemplative Atoll over Tilling
What the Bog through Weighty Entwining
The Ripened Bluff betwixt Knitting
Mindful Bog under Laboring
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.