digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Radiating Alabaster amidst the Shimmering
119 triquetras fill the ground so densely that the eye starts looking for gaps. A muted orange ground sits behind them, and every line answers it in a different 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
203 works so far 13,186 shapes
Hung today, 14 October · leaves the wall on 21 October.
The Basin out Sienna Lodging
The Border without True Harboring
Clay-rolled Bay alongside Flowing
Sullen Burial into the Lingering
What the Pragmatic Bog over Returning
Tranquil Atoll beyond Echoing
When Pellucid Blossom Against Lighting
What the Composed Cape from Rooting
What the Basin despite Fertile Keeping
What Centered Bluff in Flowing
Jagged Cavern onto the Fleeing
The Quiescent Bluff beneath Settling
When Textured Acre without Abiding
The Constant Acre round the Bending
What the Methodical Acre outside Anchoring
Lukewarm Arch via the Curving
When Quiet Border toward Ripening
When the Harmonious Alabaster over Swelling
Cultivated Bluff despite Anchoring
Fathomed Bog across the Brewing
Clear Alcove opposite Tilling
The Bog opposite Equable Climbing
The Arch in Olive Pressing
The Weighted Canyon atop Dwelling
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.