digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Remorseless Burial amid Wracking
60 elements of tartan drift over the ground, some touching, most keeping their distance. Against the deep 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
146 works so far 9,095 shapes
Hung today, 16 October · leaves the wall on 23 October.
The Brilliant Blossom over Flourishing
The Bluff of Calm beneath Setting
When the Roseate Alabaster above Embellishing
When Frigid Abyss down Embittering
When the Dusky-gold Bog on Fashioning
Frank Bluff behind the Resting
The Brook of Recollected after Tending
What the Florescent Air amidst Streaming
When Soft Canyon among Kindling
The Stable Brook circa Spreading
What Sundrenched Alabaster amid Filtering
The Gentle Bog atop Grounding
The Air across Pearly Enrapturing
The Arch onto Rooted Moving
When Husky Basin till Delineating
Melancholy Brine underneath Dismaying
The Well-worn Bay up Stretching
The Brilliant Beam Inside Exhaling
The Border betwixt Tilled Laboring
What the Basin over Toasted Circling
What Tranquil Alcove off Drifting
The Alcove of Olive throughout Flowing
Restful Bluff without the Housing
The Cold Cave for the Gloaming
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.