digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Vintage Arch up Harboring
23 molecules drift over the ground, some touching, most keeping their distance. Against the muted teal 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
178 works so far 11,167 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
Firm Border of the Spinning
What the Carbon along Shrouded Sapping
When Natural Bluff of Melding
When Copper Canyon after Harboring
When Plain Bog up Standing
The Blaze of Silken down Uplifting
Forgotten Ash amid Burdening
The Olive Bluff upon Turning
The Atoll of Seasoned between Laboring
Amiable Candle amid Endearing
What Misty Alabaster nearby Swirling
Fixed Cape by the Pausing
Kindly Bay behind the Rooting
When Quiet Border toward Ripening
The Lingering Atoll via the Circling
The Boulder of Grave out Deadening
The Limpid Blaze of the Exalting
The Matronly Bluff into Calming
Drifting Beam beyond Delighting
The Canyon of Leathery round Continuing
Intact Basin off the Anchoring
The Border beyond Dusky-gold Stretching
When Temperate Brook betwixt Depositing
What the Bluff in Rustic Seeding
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.