digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
When the Amber Basin after Spanning
30 elements of herringbone spread across the field, crossing wherever chance brought them together. Against the bright blue 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.
Thursday
63 works so far 4,260 shapes
Hung today, 15 October · leaves the wall on 22 October.
Unflappable Bog up the Bearing
Lilting Brilliance onto Glinting
Thoughtful Canyon circa Measuring
What the Alabaster down Lithe Crescendoing
What the Bay Against Thoughtful Delineating
When Sandy Bay by Layering
The Bluff of Lean past Echoing
The Ripened Bluff betwixt Knitting
When the Bright Candle down Gilding
When the Intact Canyon atop Centering
Ripened Acre nearby the Continuing
When the Layered Bay past Bending
Grimy Carbon opposite the Stalling
When the Frugal Bog into Finding
The Stained Brook until the Melding
The Dependable Bog in the Turning
When Patinaed Basin upon Setting
The Acre of Reasonable out Curing
The Bog amidst Abiding Sounding
Frugal Atoll by the Bracing
Anchored Acre into Building
Spirited Alabaster via Clarifying
The Fading Boulder from Moldering
What Practical Acre through Weighing
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.