digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
When the Loamy Brook of Drawing
112 Koch curves pile up and interlace; from a step back they read as one surface. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a bright orange ground.
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.
Friday
60 works so far 4,197 shapes
Hung today, 16 October · leaves the wall on 23 October.
The Basin beyond Steady Curing
The Autumnal Basin outside the Cradling
The Bluff of Calm beneath Setting
Devoted Canyon across the Abiding
The Well-worn Bay up Stretching
The Gentle Bog atop Grounding
The Brilliant Blossom over Flourishing
What the Woven Atoll betwixt Layering
When Frigid Abyss down Embittering
Spectral Boulder past Stagnating
The Bluff underneath Ripened Earning
The Timeworn Atoll across the Curing
When Homespun Border Around Enclosing
Reserved Acre throughout the Weighing
The Border betwixt Tilled Laboring
What the Russet Atoll across Shaping
When Glowing Alabaster with Shimmering
When Placid Brook toward Fitting
Intrinsic Arch onto the Melding
The Alabaster of Sheer atop Swirling
Restful Bluff without the Housing
What Mindful Acre atop Persisting
Rough Arch toward Winding
When Husky Basin till 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.