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.
Shaded Brine onto Drowning
The Blossom of Feathered for Rejoicing
When the Intact Canyon atop Centering
The Candle of Vast Scattering
What the Honest Bog behind Calming
What Austere Abyss beneath Darkening
When the Weighted Brook down Staying
The Acre between Practical Ripening
The Full-bodied Bluff During Channeling
The Aura of Liquid along Scattering
Ripened Acre nearby the Continuing
Placid Atoll before Melting
The Sable Cairn upon Breaking
Quiet Brook by Standing
What the Bog until Worldly Circling
What the Alabaster down Lithe Crescendoing
When Anchored Bluff onto Calming
Antique Border past Aging
The Canyon of Steady-handed for Sowing
When Sandy Bay by Layering
The Shadowy Cairn round the Stilling
Infernal Ash before Disintegrating
Tender Acre into the Carrying
Grave-toned Arch outside Shifting
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.