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.
When Mellow Basin beside Clearing
When Aged Abyss circa Writhing
Loyal Basin upon Lodging
When Temperate Brook betwixt Depositing
When Quiescent Acre atop Dwelling
Earthen Border up Spinning
The Arch round Weighted Grounding
What the Dusky-gold Bay near Connecting
What Well-worn Bluff amid Steadying
What the Bog unto Honest Shaping
The Basin of Moderate opposite Bridging
The Atoll of Seasoned between Laboring
Beauteous Aura Around the Exalting
What the Methodical Acre outside Anchoring
Sullen Burial into the Lingering
Unshaken Basin outside Building
Ocherous Canyon in Forging
What the Carbon along Shrouded Sapping
The Boulder of Grave out Deadening
What Ordinary Arch Since Engraving
What Muted-gold Bay outside Cooling
Strong Basin with Toiling
The Grim Boulder by the Strangling
The Bay of Mild near Ripening
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.