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.
What the Basin despite Fertile Keeping
Jagged Cavern onto the Fleeing
The Cool Aura beyond the Waltzing
The Vintage Arch up Harboring
The Bluff of Evenhanded alongside Grounding
The Seasoned Acre betwixt the Waiting
When Temperate Brook betwixt Depositing
What the Candle under Silver Cavorting
The Exhausted Burial near the Relenting
When Levitating Aurora between Enlivening
Blighted Cairn within the Wrecking
When Well-worn Bluff atop Stirring
Blighted Cavern over Dimming
Honest Canyon amid the Waiting
What the Basin opposite Dusky-gold Staying
What the Composed Cape from Rooting
The Basalt opposite Ominous Scorching
The Blaze through Celestial Mellowing
Devoted Bluff between the Persisting
What Countrified Bluff by Hedging
When the Resolute Acre onto Learning
The Brook atop Lukewarm Curing
The Mild Brook unto Curing
What the Tired Cavern down Sundering
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.