digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
When Harmonious Blossom out Cresting
20 tree rings drift over the ground, some touching, most keeping their distance. Against the pale violet 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
183 works so far 11,490 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
The Basin out Sienna Lodging
Cultivated Bluff despite Anchoring
The Boulder of Grave out Deadening
The Canyon of Leathery round Continuing
Loyal Basin upon Lodging
Strong Arch by Waiting
Time-honored Bay betwixt the Moving
What Ponderous Bay for Spinning
The Diamantine Brilliance alongside the Crescendoing
The Olive Bluff upon Turning
Oppressed Brine out Breaking
What Centered Bluff in Flowing
When the Stocky Basin along Spanning
The Arch of Organic nearby Girding
When Permanent Acre via Weaving
The Neutral Bog underneath the Circling
When Levitating Aurora between Enlivening
What the Tired Cavern down Sundering
When Natural Bluff of Melding
Sustained Bog Around Passing
The Transparent Beam along Unfurling
The Arch near Easygoing Collecting
What the Dusky-gold Bay near Connecting
Resolute Bluff outside Tying
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.