digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Basin beyond Salted Bending
Six elements of yagasane, set well apart on an open ground — the empty space is part of the picture. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a bright blue 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
151 works so far 8,925 shapes
Hung today, 15 October · leaves the wall on 22 October.
The Hewn Acre across Weighing
Fixed Bay upon Arching
What the Sedate Border down Stretching
Sullen Carbon off Lapsing
What Attentive Bluff beside Returning
The Blossom of Feathered for Rejoicing
What the Alabaster down Lithe Crescendoing
Patinaed Brook upon the Weaving
When the Frugal Border nearby Crafting
What the Atoll Inside Gentle Hedging
Toasted Canyon between the Adjusting
Spirited Alabaster via Clarifying
The Full-bodied Bluff During Channeling
The Mellowed Canyon above Brewing
Grave-toned Bog across Guarding
Earnest Acre in Drifting
When the Abandoned Bedrock underneath Mauling
The Sound Border alongside the Rolling
Thick Atoll within Bracing
Grave-toned Arch outside Shifting
When the Soft Atoll Inside Fording
The Alcove toward Mindful Persisting
When the Amber Basin after Spanning
What Solid Bog Since Fording
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.