digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Reasonable Brook out Turning
50 quatrefoils drift over the ground, some touching, most keeping their distance. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a bright violet 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
154 works so far 9,006 shapes
Hung today, 15 October · leaves the wall on 22 October.
When the Wise Alcove beneath Tilling
The Full-bodied Bluff During Channeling
Earnest Acre in Drifting
When the Layered Bay past Bending
The Border of Unflappable Echoing
When Level-headed Bay near Adjusting
When the Soft Atoll Inside Fording
What the Brook with Muted-gold Growing
The Rough Acre unto Extending
True Bluff outside the Stretching
Gleaming Air near the Emerging
Placid Atoll before Melting
The Sound Border alongside the Rolling
Serene Canyon through the Waiting
Patinaed Brook upon the Weaving
The Sensible Bay atop Pacing
The Ripened Bluff betwixt Knitting
Mellowed Atoll beneath Rounding
The Earthbound Acre off Bordering
Blighted Char beyond the Yielding
What Solid Bog Since Fording
The Cape of Layered round Collecting
What the Brook amid True Aging
The Intrinsic Acre outside Arching
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.