digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
When Abiding Bog between Fastening
Seven flow fields hold the field on their own, with room to breathe between them. Each carries its own colour; the muted rose ground holds them together.
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
124 works so far 8,029 shapes
Hung today, 16 October · leaves the wall on 23 October.
Forgotten Brine unto the Besieging
The Stable Brook circa Spreading
What Earnest Atoll round Housing
The Lingering Canyon near Sharing
The Alcove betwixt Restful Reaching
The Dire Brine off the Stifling
Reserved Acre throughout the Weighing
Matronly Alcove nearby Holding
What the Atoll out Full-bodied Tilling
What the Florescent Air amidst Streaming
When Unflappable Border beyond Hedging
What the Russet Atoll across Shaping
The Practical Bay for Continuing
The Breath into Seraphic Enrapturing
The Border beside Steady-handed Keeping
Rough Arch toward Winding
What Mindful Acre atop Persisting
What the Bedrock till Sullen Hounding
The Temperate Arch Around Turning
The Atoll nearby Methodical Spanning
When the Balmy Beam beneath Effervescing
The Salted Alcove above Shaping
The Arch of Ingrained unto Lining
Restful Bluff without the Housing
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.