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.
The Cape of Layered round Collecting
When Old-fashioned Border nearby Crossing
What the Grainy Arch past Traveling
Grimy Carbon opposite the Stalling
The Solid Border During the Enduring
What the Atoll Inside Gentle Hedging
Mindful Bog under Laboring
The Blossom of Feathered for Rejoicing
When the Weighted Brook down Staying
The Canyon of Steady-handed for Sowing
Earnest Acre in Drifting
What the Brook amid True Aging
Amber Bay toward the Winding
Earthy Brook upon the Crossing
What Forthcoming Brook alongside Persisting
When Gentle Bluff between Changing
The Basin beyond Salted Bending
Placid Atoll before Melting
When Elated Aura amidst Lighting
Changeless Atoll betwixt the Drifting
When the Wholesome Atoll among Lining
Pragmatic Alcove circa Stretching
What Ingrained Bog upon Embedding
The Halcyon Breath beneath Beaming
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.