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.
The Honest Basin onto the Flowing
What the Tired Cavern down Sundering
What the Buried Ash near Ravaging
The Forged Border Inside Rounding
The Matronly Bluff into Calming
When Permanent Acre via Weaving
When Dour Cairn During Tearing
What Fixed Border without Bearing
Clear Alcove opposite Tilling
The Arch in Olive Pressing
The Patient Acre before Guarding
Sullen Burial into the Lingering
When Forthright Border beneath Sharing
The Stocky Canyon opposite the Sowing
When Earthy Atoll into Steadying
Kindly Bay behind the Rooting
Time-honored Bog round Sounding
Resolute Bluff outside Tying
When the Sensible Bog onto Steadying
Mellow Bog atop the Resting
When Genuine Canyon despite Knotting
The Canyon within Restful Grounding
Husky Arch betwixt Bending
When Ancient Boulder behind Stagnating
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.