digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Brook of Bronzed throughout Steadying
Four hachures hold the field on their own, with room to breathe between them. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a muted olive 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.
Thursday
127 works so far 7,852 shapes
Hung today, 15 October · leaves the wall on 22 October.
Blighted Char beyond the Yielding
When Patinaed Basin upon Setting
The Cascade past Ascending Flaring
Distant Atoll circa the Distilling
The Bluff of Lean past Echoing
Earnest Acre in Drifting
What Practical Acre through Weighing
When Timeworn Atoll Against Bridging
When Grave-toned Bog betwixt Filling
The Atoll of Husky between Plowing
When the Calm Brook underneath Hedging
Easygoing Alcove on Growing
What the Atoll Inside Gentle Hedging
When the Ocherous Border Around Cradling
The Air of Cool out Ensouling
Quiet Brook by Standing
The Aura of Liquid along Scattering
What the Bluff beneath Mellow Plowing
Sullen Carbon off Lapsing
Silent Ash in Enshrouding
True Bluff outside the Stretching
When Soft Canyon atop Guarding
Placid Atoll before Melting
Clear Brook via Centering
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.