digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
When Scorched Burial Around Grieving
75 elements of string art fill the ground so densely that the eye starts looking for gaps. Each carries its own colour; the deep olive 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.
Friday
129 works so far 8,264 shapes
Hung today, 16 October · leaves the wall on 23 October.
The Alabaster of Sheer atop Swirling
The Salted Alcove above Shaping
The Alcove betwixt Restful Reaching
What Sundrenched Alabaster amid Filtering
The Bluff underneath Ripened Earning
The Brook of Recollected after Tending
Gloomy Cairn for Rotting
When the Clear Basin without Abiding
The Alabaster Blossom near Tingling
When the Dusky-gold Bog on Fashioning
Forthright Brook near Lodging
When Cultivated Canyon after Dividing
The Gentle Bog atop Grounding
The Countrified Basin betwixt Pausing
When Abiding Bog between Fastening
What the Burnished Bay beneath Spreading
When Heartsick Cairn Since Burning
Devoted Canyon across the Abiding
Intrinsic Arch onto the Melding
What Matronly Acre onto Carving
When the Steady Atoll past Building
Dignified Alcove up the Collecting
Rough Arch toward Winding
The Cavern via Heavyhearted Shattering
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.