digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Thick Arch from Rooting
79 labyrinths pile up and interlace; from a step back they read as one surface. Each carries its own colour; the bright red ground holds them together.
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
70 works so far 5,046 shapes
Hung today, 17 October · leaves the wall on 24 October.
The Acre before Strong Girding
The Bay of Fertile amidst Cradling
The Air onto Alabaster Uplifting
The Lost Cavern before Trembling
When Serene Border after Anchoring
The Acre over Quiescent Shifting
What the Tranquil Brook alongside Pacing
Stable Brook without Lodging
When the Splendid Alabaster outside Scattering
The Alcove of Untroubled upon Staying
The Balanced Atoll round Turning
What the Moribund Basalt unto Graying
The Acre of Steady on Forming
The Russet Bog beneath Pacing
Lustrous Aura upon the Enlivening
The Diffuse Cascade alongside the Elevating
What the Acre Around Reasonable Carving
What Attentive Arch near Shaping
When Sedate Atoll Against Setting
The Bog of Practical despite Meeting
Countrified Atoll by Shifting
The Chaste Candle Inside Perfuming
Diaphanous Aura near the Bedazzling
Neutral Atoll over Delineating
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.