digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Easygoing Alcove on Growing
50 Pythagoras trees settle across the surface in no order but their own. Each carries its own colour; the bright green ground holds them together.
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
87 works so far 5,711 shapes
Hung today, 15 October · leaves the wall on 22 October.
Anchored Acre into Building
What the Brook amid True Aging
What Practical Acre through Weighing
When Timeworn Atoll Against Bridging
Frugal Atoll by the Bracing
The Bog amidst Abiding Sounding
What the Bay Against Thoughtful Delineating
Rough Bluff under the Moving
Mellowed Atoll beneath Rounding
When Soft Canyon atop Guarding
What the Darksome Cavern over Souring
When Anchored Bluff onto Calming
The Atoll of Husky between Plowing
What the Evenhanded Acre past Fastening
Quiescent Bluff via Mending
When the Calm Brook underneath Hedging
What the Alabaster down Lithe Crescendoing
The Equable Acre beyond the Rooting
The Harmonious Blossom by Freshening
When Temperate Bay betwixt Traveling
Distant Atoll circa the Distilling
The Stained Brook until the Melding
When the Frugal Bog into Finding
Textured Brook alongside Gathering
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.