digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Hewn Arch down Layering
64 saddle surfaces crowd the field until single lines turn into texture. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a muted blue 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
167 works so far 10,197 shapes
Hung today, 16 October · leaves the wall on 23 October.
Frank Bluff During Grading
What Radiant Beam off Lightening
The Autumnal Basin outside the Cradling
The Warm-hued Canyon amid Crossing
Intrinsic Arch onto the Melding
Jubilant Brilliance During the Springing
The Practical Bay for Continuing
When Unflappable Border beyond Hedging
The Stable Brook circa Spreading
The Salted Alcove above Shaping
The Furrowed Border on Kindling
The Bluff underneath Ripened Earning
Remorseless Burial amid Wracking
Harmonious Aura till the Cleansing
Matronly Alcove nearby Holding
The Grainy Border near Tracing
What Attentive Arch Against Housing
When Known Atoll amid Leaning
The Brilliant Blossom over Flourishing
The Earnest Arch past Rooting
The Cape past Layered Anchoring
Sagacious Bog up the Passing
Hewn Acre on the Spinning
Spectral Boulder past Stagnating
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.