digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Reasonable Arch across the Remaining
55 lemniscates drift over the ground, some touching, most keeping their distance. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a muted violet 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.
Saturday
82 works so far 5,643 shapes
Hung today, 17 October · leaves the wall on 24 October.
Diaphanous Aura near the Bedazzling
The Bay despite Stained Cooling
The Lost Cavern before Trembling
Sound Bluff down the Resting
The Diffuse Cascade alongside the Elevating
When Sun-baked Bay through Centering
The Air onto Alabaster Uplifting
What the Alcove betwixt Full-bodied Passing
What the Unshaken Bluff before Sounding
The Brine of Fading for Besieging
The Pure Bloom on Hallowing
Furrowed Bog onto the Remaining
What the Ascending Blossom alongside Mellowing
What the Faithful Alcove out Tending
The Rhapsodic Air During Inspiring
What the Aurora throughout Unbounded Whispering
What the Tranquil Brook alongside Pacing
Countrified Atoll by Shifting
When Sedate Atoll Against Setting
When the Calm Border During Channeling
The Alcove of Untroubled upon Staying
The Cursed Char Since the Suffocating
The Canyon of Unflappable down Tending
The Acre over Quiescent 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.