digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Faithful Canyon down the Holding
25 tunnels drift over the ground, some touching, most keeping their distance. The bright green 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
170 works so far 10,372 shapes
Hung today, 16 October · leaves the wall on 23 October.
Real Brook into the Damming
When the Leathery Border beyond Buffering
The Alcove of Olive throughout Flowing
The Brilliant Blossom over Flourishing
The Bog upon Slow Fashioning
The Ashen-warm Atoll before Channeling
What the Basin over Toasted Circling
The Air across Pearly Enrapturing
The Salted Alcove above Shaping
When Scorched Burial Around Grieving
What the Ashen-warm Acre within Laboring
The Canyon betwixt Grainy Closing
The Basin of Plain past Housing
The Fertile Atoll among the Enduring
What the Sun-dappled Alabaster between Heightening
What Earnest Atoll round Housing
What Mindful Acre atop Persisting
The Gentle Bog atop Grounding
When Abiding Bog between Fastening
What Intact Bluff up Casting
The Warm-hued Canyon amid Crossing
The Brilliance among Floating Waltzing
When Shattered Abyss nearby Wearing
What the Acre near Patinaed Bending
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.