digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
What the Plain Basin Around Resting
72 parallelograms pile up and interlace; from a step back they read as one surface. A bright ochre ground sits behind them, and every line answers it in a different 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.
Thursday
37 works so far 2,582 shapes
Hung today, 15 October · leaves the wall on 22 October.
True Bluff outside the Stretching
When the Rustic Bog from Carving
The Mellowed Canyon above Brewing
The Aura of Liquid along Scattering
The Solid Border During the Enduring
Ripened Acre nearby the Continuing
When Autumnal Atoll despite Pressing
Thoughtful Canyon circa Measuring
The Bog amidst Abiding Sounding
When the Bright Candle down Gilding
The Alcove toward Mindful Persisting
Grimy Carbon opposite the Stalling
When Patinaed Basin upon Setting
The Fading Boulder from Moldering
Quiescent Bluff via Mending
Grave-toned Acre Inside Joining
Frugal Atoll by the Bracing
When Anchored Bluff onto Calming
The Harmonious Blossom by Freshening
When the Sober Atoll betwixt Bending
When Loyal Arch circa Bracing
Anchored Acre into Building
The Acre of Reasonable out Curing
The Equable Acre beyond the Rooting
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.