digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Constant Acre round the Bending
25 elements of wireframe tori share the field — close enough to overlap, loose enough to be told apart. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a bright violet 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.
Wednesday
163 works so far 10,338 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
What the Tired Cavern down Sundering
The Border betwixt Autumnal Knotting
The Canyon of Leathery round Continuing
What Balanced Basin off Adjusting
The Brook atop Lukewarm Curing
The Arch of Organic nearby Girding
Wild Bog amidst Fastening
The Arch round Weighted Grounding
Lean Bog underneath Filling
The Bay of Sagacious on Tilling
The Limpid Blaze of the Exalting
When Weighty Border near Settling
Earthen Border up Spinning
What the Basin opposite Dusky-gold Staying
The Subtle Acre underneath Measuring
The Exhausted Burial near the Relenting
The Blaze of Silken down Uplifting
Sagacious Acre up Crossing
What the Carbon along Shrouded Sapping
When Permanent Acre via Weaving
The Weighted Canyon atop Dwelling
The Brook of Contemplative till Knitting
When Quiescent Acre atop Dwelling
What the Arch out Lingering Learning
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.