digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
What Lambent Blossom on Emanating
75 elements of tartan pile up and interlace; from a step back they read as one surface. Each carries its own colour; the bright green ground holds them together.
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
146 works so far 8,697 shapes
Hung today, 15 October · leaves the wall on 22 October.
What the Alcove between Weighty Pacing
Placid Atoll before Melting
When Blended Bluff by Lining
When Strong Basin onto Knitting
The Stained Brook until the Melding
The Known Alcove before Buffering
When Sunlit Breath toward Glowing
The Ripened Bluff betwixt Knitting
Grave-toned Arch outside Shifting
When the Sober Atoll betwixt Bending
The Lonesome Basalt alongside Sapping
When the Wise Alcove beneath Tilling
The Border of Unflappable Echoing
What Solid Bog Since Fording
The Bog amidst Abiding Sounding
The Aura of Liquid along Scattering
The Full-bodied Bluff During Channeling
The Easygoing Basin in Flowing
The Candle of Vast Scattering
Quiet Brook by Standing
When Sandy Bay by Layering
What the Evenhanded Acre past Fastening
The Atoll of Husky between Plowing
When Composed Brook underneath Knitting
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.