digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
What the Florescent Air amidst Streaming
25 sound waves spread across the field, crossing wherever chance brought them together. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a pale blue 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
100 works so far 6,552 shapes
Hung today, 16 October · leaves the wall on 23 October.
What the Homespun Acre despite Shifting
The Furrowed Border on Kindling
When Careworn Basalt underneath Expiring
Forthright Brook near Lodging
The Luminous Beam betwixt Lifting
The Gentle Bog atop Grounding
Spectral Boulder past Stagnating
The Border beside Steady-handed Keeping
Reserved Acre throughout the Weighing
What the Russet Atoll across Shaping
What the Mellowed Bay During Enduring
What Sundrenched Alabaster amid Filtering
The Autumnal Basin outside the Cradling
Toasted Arch on the Drawing
The Cold Cave for the Gloaming
Dignified Alcove up the Collecting
The Arch upon Equable Traveling
The Well-worn Bay up Stretching
When Placid Brook toward Fitting
The Border betwixt Tilled Laboring
What the Aloft Cascade across Dazzling
When Known Atoll amid Leaning
The Cavern via Heavyhearted Shattering
When Shattered Abyss nearby Wearing
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.