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.
What Attentive Arch Against Housing
When Leathery Bog for Rounding
What the Heavenly Blossom Since Singing
When Leisurely Border throughout Distilling
When Cultivated Canyon after Dividing
When Heavenly Air outside Effervescing
What the Rich Brook by Waiting
Sagacious Bog up the Passing
The Weighted Alcove amid Turning
When the Abysmal Abyss under Stilling
When the Steady Atoll past Building
The Border betwixt Tilled Laboring
The Basin beyond Steady Curing
Dignified Alcove up the Collecting
Harmonious Aura till the Cleansing
The Devoted Atoll along Delineating
What Matronly Acre onto Carving
When Autumnal Border beside Gathering
The Cave into Ebbing Searing
When the Clear Basin without Abiding
The Bluff underneath Ripened Earning
When Abiding Bog between Fastening
The Canyon beside Anchored Weighing
The Luminous Beam betwixt Lifting
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.