digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
When Cordial Border round Traveling
38 spider webs settle across the surface in no order but their own. 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
182 works so far 11,049 shapes
Hung today, 16 October · leaves the wall on 23 October.
When Sable Cave from Searing
What Leathery Bluff betwixt Engraving
When Soft Canyon among Kindling
When Careworn Basalt underneath Expiring
The Atoll nearby Methodical Spanning
The Bluff underneath Ripened Earning
The Lingering Canyon near Sharing
Restful Bluff without the Housing
What the Homespun Acre despite Shifting
The Border beside Steady-handed Keeping
The Arch onto Rooted Moving
What the Sustained Acre from Circling
Spectral Boulder past Stagnating
Jubilant Brilliance During the Springing
When the Clear Basin without Abiding
What the Ashen-warm Acre within Laboring
When the Roseate Alabaster above Embellishing
What the Basin over Toasted Circling
The Sunbright Candle Against the Liberating
Rich Atoll nearby Tracing
Weightless Breath amidst Sparkling
Sagacious Bog up the Passing
When Unflappable Border beyond Hedging
When Known Atoll amid Leaning
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.