digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
What the Brook beside Certain Stretching
Just nine paisleys, each one given its own stretch of ground. Against the bright rose 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
205 works so far 13,259 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
Unshaken Basin outside Building
The Clear Alcove despite the Rounding
The Aglow Brilliance During Cascading
When Quiescent Acre atop Dwelling
What the Arch out Lingering Learning
Changeless Arch out the Finding
The Bog of Sedate amid Collecting
Forgotten Ash amid Burdening
The Aura Inside Fair Crystallizing
When the Grounded Atoll between Returning
The Forthcoming Alcove between the Entwining
The Bluff of Evenhanded alongside Grounding
The Seasoned Acre betwixt the Waiting
When the Sensible Bog onto Steadying
What the Atoll betwixt Sound Forming
When Copper Canyon after Harboring
When the Early Blossom outside Ennobling
The Bay of Sagacious on Tilling
Clay-rolled Bay alongside Flowing
The Canyon of Loamy beside Crafting
What Well-worn Bluff amid Steadying
Husky Arch betwixt Bending
Chiming Air beneath Ensouling
When Weighty Border near Settling
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.