digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Remorseless Burial amid Wracking
60 elements of tartan drift over the ground, some touching, most keeping their distance. Against the deep green ground, no two of them share a colour.
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
146 works so far 9,095 shapes
Hung today, 16 October · leaves the wall on 23 October.
Stoic Alcove despite Cooling
What the Atoll out Full-bodied Tilling
The Autumnal Basin outside the Cradling
Dignified Alcove up the Collecting
When Known Atoll amid Leaning
Harmonious Aura till the Cleansing
Hewn Acre on the Spinning
The Brilliance among Floating Waltzing
What the Bedrock till Sullen Hounding
The Alcove of Olive throughout Flowing
The Arch after Seasoned Working
When Abiding Bog between Fastening
When Autumnal Border beside Gathering
The Cave into Ebbing Searing
When the Clear Basin without Abiding
Shaped Bluff toward Shaping
The Honest Arch alongside Spinning
What Mindful Acre atop Persisting
Forgotten Brine unto the Besieging
The Aura of Fleeting from Crystallizing
The Gentle Bog atop Grounding
When Shattered Abyss nearby Wearing
What the Rich Brook by Waiting
When the Balmy Beam beneath Effervescing
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.