digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Stocky Bluff underneath Waiting
66 endless knots fill the ground so densely that the eye starts looking for gaps. A bright olive ground sits behind them, and every line answers it in a different colour.
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
202 works so far 12,380 shapes
Hung today, 16 October · leaves the wall on 23 October.
What the Rich Brook by Waiting
When Abiding Bog between Fastening
Temperate Bluff within the Flowing
The Alcove betwixt Restful Reaching
Rough Arch toward Winding
When the Organic Brook Since Cooling
The Grainy Border near Tracing
The Basin past Sustained Returning
When Cultivated Canyon after Dividing
What the Bedrock till Sullen Hounding
Stoic Alcove despite Cooling
When the Roseate Alabaster above Embellishing
What the Woven Atoll betwixt Layering
Matronly Alcove nearby Holding
The Fanciful Blossom near Delighting
Frank Bluff behind the Resting
The Luminous Beam betwixt Lifting
When the Loamy Brook of Drawing
The Atoll of Oaken underneath Cradling
What Mindful Acre atop Persisting
Seemly Arch among Moving
The Brilliant Blossom over Flourishing
When the Leathery Border beyond Buffering
The Bluff of Calm beneath Setting
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.