digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Foamy Candle During Cascading
90 paisleys fill the ground so densely that the eye starts looking for gaps. The pale rose 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
205 works so far 12,676 shapes
Hung today, 16 October · leaves the wall on 23 October.
The Countrified Basin betwixt Pausing
Restful Bluff without the Housing
What Attentive Arch Against Housing
What the Homespun Acre despite Shifting
The Arch of Ingrained unto Lining
When Methodical Arch nearby Fording
What the Florescent Air amidst Streaming
Weightless Breath amidst Sparkling
When Cultivated Canyon after Dividing
When the Clear Basin without Abiding
The Alabaster Blossom near Tingling
The Aura of Fleeting from Crystallizing
The Atoll nearby Methodical Spanning
Forthright Brook near Lodging
The Basin beyond Steady Curing
Stocky Bluff underneath Waiting
The Pallid Boulder without the Toppling
When Leisurely Border throughout Distilling
What the Heavenly Blossom Since Singing
Devoted Canyon across the Abiding
When the Delicate Bloom into Flourishing
When Homespun Border Around Enclosing
The Bluff underneath Ripened Earning
When Heartsick Cairn Since Burning
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.