digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Ashen-warm Atoll before Channeling
Twelve elements of seigaiha and a great deal of quiet around them. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a muted orange 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
141 works so far 8,941 shapes
Hung today, 16 October · leaves the wall on 23 October.
When Known Atoll amid Leaning
The Cold Cave for the Gloaming
What Attentive Arch Against Housing
When Leathery Bog for Rounding
Temperate Bluff within the Flowing
When Heartsick Cairn Since Burning
The Warm-hued Brook into Anchoring
What Mindful Acre atop Persisting
The Furrowed Border on Kindling
When Homespun Border Around Enclosing
Dusky-gold Acre down Sharing
The Brilliance among Floating Waltzing
Toasted Arch on the Drawing
The Alcove betwixt Restful Reaching
The Salted Alcove above Shaping
When Careworn Basalt underneath Expiring
What the Bedrock till Sullen Hounding
The Basin past Sustained Returning
Stoic Alcove despite Cooling
When the Leathery Border beyond Buffering
When Soft Canyon among Kindling
Restful Bluff without the Housing
Forgotten Brine unto the Besieging
Equable Arch betwixt Building
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.