digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Lasting Acre nearby the Traveling
60 ginkgo leaves drift over the ground, some touching, most keeping their distance. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a muted red 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.
Friday
195 works so far 11,900 shapes
Hung today, 16 October · leaves the wall on 23 October.
When the Balmy Beam beneath Effervescing
When Placid Brook toward Fitting
The Timeworn Atoll across the Curing
When Frigid Abyss down Embittering
When Scorched Burial Around Grieving
The Fertile Atoll among the Enduring
The Arch of Ingrained unto Lining
When the Leathery Border beyond Buffering
Stable Bog near the Engraving
What Mindful Acre atop Persisting
The Alcove amid Earnest Reckoning
The Basin of Toasted along Enclosing
The Pallid Boulder without the Toppling
The Devoted Atoll along Delineating
The Honest Arch alongside Spinning
What Attentive Arch Against Housing
What the Homespun Acre despite Shifting
The Cape past Layered Anchoring
Stoic Alcove despite Cooling
What the Woven Atoll betwixt Layering
The Brilliance of Bright During Beguiling
The Arch upon Equable Traveling
Hewn Arch down Layering
What the Russet Atoll across Shaping
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.