digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Grim Boulder by the Strangling
99 Chartres labyrinths fill the ground so densely that the eye starts looking for gaps. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a deep blue 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
200 works so far 12,821 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
The Breath Inside Silken Unfolding
What the Arch out Lingering Learning
When Ancient Boulder behind Stagnating
The Aglow Brilliance During Cascading
Lukewarm Arch via the Curving
When the True Acre round Joining
Tranquil Atoll beyond Echoing
Refulgent Aura throughout Lighting
What the Methodical Acre outside Anchoring
Changeless Arch out the Finding
When Quiescent Acre atop Dwelling
When Loyal Basin Around Adjusting
The Brook atop Lukewarm Curing
What the Basin opposite Dusky-gold Staying
Quiescent Alcove behind Entwining
Strong Basin with Toiling
Fixed Cape by the Pausing
Sagacious Acre up Crossing
When the Harmonious Alabaster over Swelling
When Aged Abyss circa Writhing
When Earthy Atoll into Steadying
What Balanced Basin off Adjusting
What the Cairn from Cursed Demolishing
When Dour Cairn During Tearing
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.