digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Time-honored Bog round Sounding
62 grass tufts fill the ground so densely that the eye starts looking for gaps. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a bright ochre 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
192 works so far 12,173 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
Jagged Cavern onto the Fleeing
When Amber-toned Bay beside Enclosing
Earthen Border up Spinning
When Genuine Canyon despite Knotting
The Bay of Sagacious on Tilling
The Bay upon Forthcoming Engraving
When Well-worn Bluff atop Stirring
The Furrowed Border onto Fashioning
The Transparent Beam along Unfurling
What the Dusky-gold Bay near Connecting
What the Cairn from Cursed Demolishing
Clay-rolled Bluff opposite Enclosing
What Countrified Bluff by Hedging
Strong Alcove over the Adjusting
Earthy Alcove underneath Stirring
When Harmonious Blossom out Cresting
When Weighty Border near Settling
When the Harmonious Alabaster over Swelling
Blighted Cavern over Dimming
The Neutral Bog underneath the Circling
The Atoll of Seasoned between Laboring
The Vintage Arch up Harboring
Honest Canyon amid the Waiting
The Basin out Sienna Lodging
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.