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.
Lukewarm Arch via the Curving
The Basin of Moderate opposite Bridging
The Canyon within Restful Grounding
Lean Bog underneath Filling
When the True Acre round Joining
The Bog of Unflappable in Cradling
When Forthright Border beneath Sharing
Strong Arch by Waiting
The Basin out Sienna Lodging
Forgotten Ash amid Burdening
Glinting Air amid the Brightening
The Canyon of Leathery round Continuing
When Weighty Border near Settling
The Arch round Weighted Grounding
What the Arch out Lingering Learning
What the Cultivated Canyon along Tying
What the Timeworn Alcove circa Winding
The Ash out Pale Sapping
What the Dusky-gold Bay near Connecting
The Lingering Atoll via the Circling
Devoted Bluff between the Persisting
What Muted-gold Canyon Since Ripening
The Boulder of Grave out Deadening
What Ordinary Arch Since Engraving
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.