digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Canyon betwixt Grainy Closing
44 elements of kagome lattice spread across the field, crossing wherever chance brought them together. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a bright olive ground.
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.
Friday
67 works so far 4,443 shapes
Hung today, 16 October · leaves the wall on 23 October.
The Alcove of Olive throughout Flowing
When Soft Canyon among Kindling
What the Mellowed Bay During Enduring
The Brilliant Blossom over Flourishing
What the Burnished Bay beneath Spreading
When Methodical Arch nearby Fording
When Frigid Abyss down Embittering
When the Muffled Border before Turning
What the Humble Brook beyond Finding
Empty Cave During the Hounding
What the Basin over Toasted Circling
Frank Bluff behind the Resting
The Gentle Bog atop Grounding
The Basin past Sustained Returning
The Well-worn Bay up Stretching
What the Russet Atoll across Shaping
Reserved Acre throughout the Weighing
Devoted Canyon across the Abiding
When Husky Basin till Delineating
What Radiant Beam off Lightening
What Sundrenched Alabaster amid Filtering
The Weighted Alcove amid Turning
Intrinsic Arch onto the Melding
What the Aloft Cascade across Dazzling
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.