digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Jubilant Brilliance During the Springing
75 elements of tachiwaku pile up and interlace; from a step back they read as one surface. The pale green ground lets each colour keep its own voice.
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
149 works so far 9,210 shapes
Hung today, 16 October · leaves the wall on 23 October.
When the Well-worn Bog of Circling
What the Aloft Cascade across Dazzling
The Grainy Border near Tracing
The Brook of Recollected after Tending
When Frigid Abyss down Embittering
The Basin of Toasted along Enclosing
Intrinsic Arch onto the Melding
What Sundrenched Alabaster amid Filtering
The Alcove of Olive throughout Flowing
What Earnest Atoll round Housing
When Shattered Abyss nearby Wearing
Sober Alcove throughout the Moving
When Placid Brook toward Fitting
The Aura of Fleeting from Crystallizing
The Stable Brook circa Spreading
The Timeworn Atoll across the Curing
What the Homespun Acre despite Shifting
When Scorched Burial Around Grieving
The Temperate Arch Around Turning
The Cave into Ebbing Searing
The Fertile Atoll among the Enduring
What the Breath beneath Hopeful Dispelling
When Methodical Arch nearby Fording
Melancholy Brine underneath Dismaying
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.