digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
What the Cultivated Canyon along Tying
25 geodesic domes settle across the surface in no order but their own. Against the bright olive 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
164 works so far 10,363 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
Forgotten Ash amid Burdening
Hardy Atoll in the Climbing
What the Timeworn Alcove circa Winding
When Weighty Border near Settling
When Temperate Brook betwixt Depositing
What the Dusky-gold Bay near Connecting
Forthcoming Bog unto Engraving
Sagacious Acre up Crossing
When Amber-toned Bay beside Enclosing
When Loyal Basin Around Adjusting
Cultivated Bluff despite Anchoring
The Neutral Bog underneath the Circling
The Bog of Sedate amid Collecting
The Bog of Unflappable in Cradling
Glistening Aura Around Hovering
When Airborne Breath unto Blooming
What the Cairn from Cursed Demolishing
What Muted-gold Bay outside Cooling
The Olive Bluff upon Turning
Blighted Cavern over Dimming
Loyal Basin upon Lodging
When the Grounded Atoll between Returning
Jagged Cavern onto the Fleeing
Ocherous Canyon in Forging
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.