digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Crystalline Air after the Gleaming
97 Chartres labyrinths pile up and interlace; from a step back they read as one surface. Each carries its own colour; the pale orange ground holds them together.
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
200 works so far 12,293 shapes
Hung today, 16 October · leaves the wall on 23 October.
The Well-worn Bay up Stretching
The Gentle Bog atop Grounding
The Brilliance among Floating Waltzing
The Cave into Ebbing Searing
When Glowing Alabaster with Shimmering
Practical Alcove along the Mending
Empty Cave During the Hounding
The Bog upon Forthright Collecting
Warm Bluff past the Moving
When Careworn Basalt underneath Expiring
Weightless Breath amidst Sparkling
The Luminous Beam betwixt Lifting
When the Roseate Alabaster above Embellishing
When Pragmatic Border behind Shaping
Hewn Acre on the Spinning
Real Brook into the Damming
Forgotten Brine unto the Besieging
The Border Against Natural Melting
The Practical Bay for Continuing
Sagacious Bog up the Passing
Dulcet Bloom alongside Fledging
The Lean Bog betwixt the Centering
The Weighted Alcove amid Turning
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.