digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
When Ancient Boulder behind Stagnating
32 auspicious clouds spread across the field, crossing wherever chance brought them together. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a deep teal 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
189 works so far 11,875 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
Forgotten Ash amid Burdening
Mellow Bog atop the Resting
Chiming Air beneath Ensouling
Changeless Arch out the Finding
Glinting Air amid the Brightening
When Temperate Brook betwixt Depositing
The Bluff of Evenhanded alongside Grounding
Jagged Cavern onto the Fleeing
When Forthright Border beneath Sharing
When the Earthbound Atoll of Standing
Placid Brook of the Seeding
The Forthcoming Alcove between the Entwining
When Airborne Breath unto Blooming
What the Atoll betwixt Sound Forming
The Boulder of Grave out Deadening
The Lingering Atoll via the Circling
When Weighty Border near Settling
What Muted-gold Bay outside Cooling
Rooted Acre until the Moving
Serene Bay atop Cooling
Fathomed Bog across the Brewing
The Atoll of Seasoned between Laboring
What the Basin despite Fertile Keeping
The Basin above Rich Traveling
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.