digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Tender Bay into the Meeting
50 Sri yantras drift over the ground, some touching, most keeping their distance. A bright red ground sits behind them, and every line answers it in a different colour.
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
174 works so far 10,022 shapes
Hung today, 15 October · leaves the wall on 22 October.
What Lingering Basin atop Rolling
The Constant Alcove among the Extending
Distant Atoll circa the Distilling
Sullen Carbon off Lapsing
The Cascade past Ascending Flaring
The Stained Brook until the Melding
Thoughtful Canyon circa Measuring
The Alcove off Tranquil Reckoning
What Measured Border across Extending
The Acre of Reasonable out Curing
When Fragrant Breath of Whirling
When the Rustic Bog from Carving
The Full-bodied Bluff During Channeling
The Solid Border During the Enduring
The Candle of Vast Scattering
When Autumnal Atoll despite Pressing
The Cape of Layered round Collecting
The Aurora with Sunlit Clarifying
The Blossom of Feathered for Rejoicing
What the Sedate Border down Stretching
The Easygoing Basin in Flowing
Earnest Acre in Drifting
What Practical Acre through Weighing
Grave-toned Arch outside Shifting
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.