digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Canyon of Steady-handed for Sowing
Nine hyperbolic tilings and a great deal of quiet around them. Against the bright red ground, no two of them share a 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
175 works so far 10,031 shapes
Hung today, 15 October · leaves the wall on 22 October.
The Solid Bluff before Curving
Sullen Carbon off Lapsing
What the Plain Basin Around Resting
What Measured Border across Extending
When Patinaed Basin upon Setting
When Fathomed Border Around Tying
When the Layered Bay past Bending
The Acre of Reasonable out Curing
The Blossom of Feathered for Rejoicing
The Ripened Bluff betwixt Knitting
The Alcove off Tranquil Reckoning
When the Empyreal Breath upon Flickering
What the Sedate Border down Stretching
True Bluff outside the Stretching
The Solid Border During the Enduring
The Candle of Vast Scattering
When Fragrant Breath of Whirling
The Cape of Layered round Collecting
The Lean Bluff with Guarding
Matronly Arch off the Tilling
What the Atoll Inside Gentle Hedging
The Easygoing Basin in Flowing
Lilting Brilliance onto Glinting
What Practical Acre through Weighing
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.