digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Equable Arch betwixt Building
25 dharma wheels drift over the ground, some touching, most keeping their distance. The bright blue ground lets each colour keep its own voice.
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
96 works so far 6,213 shapes
Hung today, 16 October · leaves the wall on 23 October.
The Alabaster Blossom near Tingling
The Atoll nearby Methodical Spanning
Frank Bluff behind the Resting
The Fertile Atoll among the Enduring
Sagacious Bog up the Passing
What the Humble Brook beyond Finding
When Homespun Border Around Enclosing
The Honest Arch alongside Spinning
When Placid Brook toward Fitting
What Leathery Bluff betwixt Engraving
Intrinsic Arch onto the Melding
Empty Cave During the Hounding
What Radiant Beam off Lightening
When Frigid Abyss down Embittering
Rich Atoll nearby Tracing
Gloomy Cairn for Rotting
Stable Bog near the Engraving
When Shattered Abyss nearby Wearing
Toasted Arch on the Drawing
The Brilliant Blossom over Flourishing
When Methodical Arch nearby Fording
When the Muffled Border before Turning
When Pragmatic Border behind Shaping
What the Abiding Bog via Laboring
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.