digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
When Ponderous Bluff out Laboring
25 hyperboloids spread across the field, crossing wherever chance brought them together. 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
165 works so far 9,563 shapes
Hung today, 15 October · leaves the wall on 22 October.
The Equable Acre beyond the Rooting
Anchored Acre into Building
When Grave-toned Bog betwixt Filling
When Loyal Arch circa Bracing
When Soft Canyon atop Guarding
What Measured Border across Extending
Pragmatic Alcove circa Stretching
Pellucid Blaze on the Spiraling
When Anchored Bluff onto Calming
Serene Canyon through the Waiting
Patinaed Brook upon the Weaving
The Ripened Bluff betwixt Knitting
The Hewn Acre across Weighing
Placid Atoll before Melting
Ripened Acre nearby the Continuing
What the Stoic Border unto Pacing
The Sensible Bay atop Pacing
Ample Arch Inside Spreading
The Meditative Bay by Spinning
Frugal Atoll by the Bracing
When Sunlit Breath toward Glowing
The Full-bodied Bluff During Channeling
What the Bay Against Thoughtful Delineating
What the Brook amid True Aging
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.