digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Canyon till Attentive Entwining
40 paisleys drift over the ground, some touching, most keeping their distance. The bright blue ground lets each colour keep its own voice.
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
205 works so far 12,185 shapes
Hung today, 15 October · leaves the wall on 22 October.
The Aura of Liquid along Scattering
Blighted Char beyond the Yielding
The Candle of Sunlit via Swirling
When the Amber Basin after Spanning
What the Bay Against Thoughtful Delineating
The Easygoing Basin in Flowing
When Autumnal Atoll despite Pressing
Textured Brook alongside Gathering
Rough Bluff under the Moving
The Rough Acre unto Extending
The Basin amid Mossy Collecting
When Timeworn Atoll Against Bridging
When Fathomed Border Around Tying
What Forthcoming Brook alongside Persisting
The Bog of Centered amidst Resting
The Lonesome Basalt alongside Sapping
What the Bluff beneath Mellow Plowing
Composed Acre outside Resting
When the Layered Bay past Bending
The Bluff until Real Enclosing
What the Grainy Arch past Traveling
When Gentle Bluff between Changing
When Temperate Bay betwixt Traveling
The Liquid Candle opposite the Gladdening
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.