digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
When Old-fashioned Border nearby Crossing
37 elements of jellyfish share the field — close enough to overlap, loose enough to be told apart. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a bright rose 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
194 works so far 11,501 shapes
Hung today, 15 October · leaves the wall on 22 October.
The Bluff until Real Enclosing
The Harmonious Blossom by Freshening
When the Wise Alcove beneath Tilling
Distant Atoll circa the Distilling
When Autumnal Atoll despite Pressing
Dependable Acre beyond Channeling
The Full-bodied Bluff During Channeling
The Constant Alcove among the Extending
When the Rustic Bog from Carving
What the Brook with Muted-gold Growing
When the Rough Basin throughout Remaining
Rough Bluff under the Moving
The Quiet Brook by the Changing
The Candle of Sunlit via Swirling
The Bog amidst Abiding Sounding
The Restful Border round Carving
Changeless Atoll betwixt the Drifting
When the Weighted Brook down Staying
The Ripened Bluff betwixt Knitting
The Stained Brook until the Melding
Mellowed Atoll beneath Rounding
When the Sober Atoll betwixt Bending
Gleaming Air near the Emerging
Nimble Blossom above Waking
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.