digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Brilliance between Still Chiming
25 elements of running bond drift over the ground, some touching, most keeping their distance. The pale 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.
Thursday
89 works so far 5,770 shapes
Hung today, 15 October · leaves the wall on 22 October.
When Patinaed Basin upon Setting
True Bluff outside the Stretching
Ripened Acre nearby the Continuing
What the Grainy Arch past Traveling
The Bog of Centered amidst Resting
When the Intact Canyon atop Centering
Clear Brook via Centering
The Cascade past Ascending Flaring
Rough Bluff under the Moving
The Canyon along Grounded Crossing
The Air of Cool out Ensouling
The Dependable Bog in the Turning
The Mellowed Canyon above Brewing
Grave-toned Acre Inside Joining
When Temperate Bay betwixt Traveling
The Sandy Acre outside the Carving
The Shadowy Cairn round the Stilling
The Fading Boulder from Moldering
What Practical Acre through Weighing
The Equable Acre beyond the Rooting
When Composed Brook underneath Knitting
When the Frugal Bog into Finding
The Atoll of Husky between Plowing
What the Evenhanded Acre past Fastening
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.