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 12,185 shapes
Hung 15 October · leaves the wall on 22 October.
What the Bog nearby Textured Pausing
When Composed Brook underneath Knitting
What the Bog through Weighty Entwining
The Mellowed Canyon above Brewing
When Fragrant Breath of Whirling
The Hewn Acre across Weighing
Placid Basin opposite Bordering
The Bog amidst Abiding Sounding
What the Honest Bog behind Calming
The Brook of Bronzed throughout Steadying
The Canyon along Grounded Crossing
The Alcove through Well-worn Reckoning
The Bog circa Organic Carving
The Tender Canyon among Measuring
The Acre between Practical Ripening
What Solid Bog Since Fording
What the Blossom outside Nascent Flourishing
Quiescent Bluff via Mending
What the Bog until Worldly Circling
Amber Bay toward the Winding
When Timeworn Atoll Against Bridging
The Shadowy Cairn round the Stilling
When the Sober Atoll betwixt Bending
Fixed Bay upon Arching
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.