digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
What the Ashen-warm Acre within Laboring
15 elements of gothic tracery drift over the ground, some touching, most keeping their distance. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a bright green ground.
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
148 works so far 9,135 shapes
Hung today, 16 October · leaves the wall on 23 October.
When the Dusky-gold Bog on Fashioning
The Cape past Layered Anchoring
The Basin of Plain past Housing
The Aura of Fleeting from Crystallizing
Time-honored Bay nearby Ripening
Dignified Alcove up the Collecting
Frank Bluff behind the Resting
What the Homespun Acre despite Shifting
The Lean Bog betwixt the Centering
When Frigid Abyss down Embittering
What the Rich Brook by Waiting
When the Leathery Border beyond Buffering
Forthright Brook near Lodging
The Temperate Arch Around Turning
What the Sustained Acre from Circling
The Brilliant Beam Inside Exhaling
The Air across Pearly Enrapturing
When Placid Brook toward Fitting
When Glowing Alabaster with Shimmering
The Gentle Bog atop Grounding
Restful Bluff without the Housing
Shaped Bluff toward Shaping
The Cave into Ebbing Searing
When Known Atoll amid Leaning
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.