digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Dejected Cavern underneath the Hollowing
130 gears press together into a single, restless field. A deep green 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.
Sunday
69 works so far 5,123 shapes
Hung today, 18 October · leaves the wall on 25 October.
What the Brook over Steady-handed Finding
The Dappled Blossom across the Streaming
Measured Basin nearby the Changing
What the Staid Bog within Bearing
The Arch up Firm Earning
When Open Blossom Around Cascading
Still Bloom opposite Greeting
Fluttering Breath through Crystallizing
Furrowed Brook between Growing
The Easygoing Atoll round the Bridging
What the Amber Bog past Sowing
The Basin of Strong without Following
Burnished Bluff through the Fitting
The Bay across Hardy Enclosing
Fertile Cape among the Settling
What Worldly Basin despite Echoing
Lukewarm Bog without Bracing
Wild Bluff till Working
The Ingrained Cape among Learning
When the Solemn-warm Bluff Inside Settling
The Brine of Scorched between Toppling
What Shaped Atoll beneath Opening
The Brook near Copper Turning
What the Alabaster unto Balmy Brightening
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.