digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Countrified Basin betwixt Pausing
16 Sierpinski triangles settle across the surface in no order but their own. 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.
Friday
61 works so far 4,213 shapes
Hung today, 16 October · leaves the wall on 23 October.
When the Clear Basin without Abiding
When the Loamy Brook of Drawing
The Bluff underneath Ripened Earning
What Mindful Acre atop Persisting
Angelic Air atop the Aerating
Intrinsic Arch onto the Melding
The Basin past Sustained Returning
What the Mellowed Bay During Enduring
What Earnest Atoll round Housing
When Husky Basin till Delineating
The Well-worn Bay up Stretching
The Practical Bay for Continuing
The Autumnal Basin outside the Cradling
Gloomy Cairn for Rotting
When the Well-worn Bog of Circling
When the Balmy Beam beneath Effervescing
What the Aloft Cascade across Dazzling
Reserved Acre throughout the Weighing
The Arch of Ingrained unto Lining
What Radiant Beam off Lightening
The Luminous Beam betwixt Lifting
The Border betwixt Tilled Laboring
The Temperate Arch Around Turning
The Brilliant Blossom over Flourishing
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.