digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Burnished Cape up the Shaping
99 feathers press together into a single, restless field. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a bright green 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
188 works so far 11,178 shapes
Hung today, 15 October · leaves the wall on 22 October.
The Rough Acre unto Extending
The Quiet Brook by the Changing
The Candle of Vast Scattering
Quiet Brook by Standing
The Acre of Reasonable out Curing
What Austere Abyss beneath Darkening
When Strong Basin onto Knitting
The Halcyon Breath beneath Beaming
When Level-headed Bay near Adjusting
When Gentle Bluff between Changing
When Old-fashioned Bluff with Stretching
What the Brook amid True Aging
When Autumnal Atoll despite Pressing
What Practical Acre through Weighing
Nimble Blossom above Waking
Fixed Bay upon Arching
Mindful Bog under Laboring
When the Weighted Brook down Staying
Matronly Arch off the Tilling
Mellowed Atoll beneath Rounding
The Strong Border During Traveling
The Ripened Bluff betwixt Knitting
The Border of Unflappable Echoing
What the Mild Border despite Drifting
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.