digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Alcove betwixt Restful Reaching
17 catenaries gather and scatter in uneven clusters, as if caught mid-movement. Against the bright green ground, no two of them share a 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
112 works so far 7,394 shapes
Hung today, 16 October · leaves the wall on 23 October.
What the Florescent Air amidst Streaming
What Radiant Beam off Lightening
The Arch upon Equable Traveling
What the Aloft Cascade across Dazzling
Temperate Bluff within the Flowing
Toasted Arch on the Drawing
Sagacious Bog up the Passing
What the Homespun Acre despite Shifting
What the Woven Atoll betwixt Layering
The Gentle Bog atop Grounding
When Heartsick Cairn Since Burning
When Known Atoll amid Leaning
Dignified Alcove up the Collecting
When the Muffled Border before Turning
The Arch of Ingrained unto Lining
The Well-worn Bay up Stretching
The Arch onto Rooted Moving
What Leathery Bluff betwixt Engraving
When Pragmatic Border behind Shaping
What Mindful Acre atop Persisting
Empty Cave During the Hounding
The Sunbright Candle Against the Liberating
Spectral Boulder past Stagnating
Intrinsic Arch onto the Melding
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.