digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
What the Acre Around Reasonable Carving
13 elements of lissajous spread across the field, crossing wherever chance brought them together. A bright rose ground sits behind them, and every line answers it in a different colour.
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.
Saturday
48 works so far 3,515 shapes
Hung today, 17 October · leaves the wall on 24 October.
The Russet Bog beneath Pacing
Lustrous Aura upon the Enlivening
True Alcove Since the Bordering
What the Alcove betwixt Full-bodied Passing
What the Aurora throughout Unbounded Whispering
When Sedate Atoll Against Setting
When Steady-handed Atoll after Ripening
The Abyss Since Mourning Quaking
The Balanced Atoll round Turning
The Air onto Alabaster Uplifting
Furrowed Bog onto the Remaining
The Alcove on Blended Melting
What the Ascending Blossom alongside Mellowing
Fertile Basin within Pausing
Ponderous Basin round the Sharing
When Plainspoken Atoll without Hedging
When Temperate Bog amidst Forming
Neutral Atoll over Delineating
What the Moribund Basalt unto Graying
What Quiet Bluff for Moving
The Bluff from Hewn Bridging
What the Acre above Mellowed Shaping
The Cursed Char Since the Suffocating
What the Mild Brook betwixt Channeling
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.