digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
When the Dusky-gold Bog on Fashioning
28 Devil's curves share the field — close enough to overlap, loose enough to be told apart. A bright green 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.
Friday
108 works so far 7,099 shapes
Hung today, 16 October · leaves the wall on 23 October.
What the Humble Brook beyond Finding
The Alabaster Blossom near Tingling
What the Abiding Bog via Laboring
Intrinsic Arch onto the Melding
What the Florescent Air amidst Streaming
When the Steady Atoll past Building
The Arch upon Equable Traveling
Sagacious Bog up the Passing
Sober Alcove throughout the Moving
Dignified Alcove up the Collecting
The Arch onto Rooted Moving
What Mindful Acre atop Persisting
When Pragmatic Border behind Shaping
When Methodical Arch nearby Fording
When the Clear Basin without Abiding
Forthright Brook near Lodging
What the Basin over Toasted Circling
The Well-worn Bay up Stretching
The Bluff underneath Ripened Earning
When Known Atoll amid Leaning
What the Woven Atoll betwixt Layering
The Arch of Ingrained unto Lining
The Sunbright Candle Against the Liberating
Rough Arch toward Winding
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.