digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Bay of Patinaed of Adjusting
25 elements of running bond spread across the field, crossing wherever chance brought them together. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a bright teal 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.
Saturday
89 works so far 6,007 shapes
Hung today, 17 October · leaves the wall on 24 October.
The Basalt among Dusky Crumbling
The Canyon of Unflappable down Tending
When Unflappable Brook throughout Curving
What the Alcove betwixt Full-bodied Passing
What the Faithful Alcove out Tending
The Air onto Alabaster Uplifting
The Brine of Fading for Besieging
Diaphanous Aura near the Bedazzling
Countrified Atoll by Shifting
What Pragmatic Atoll near Rounding
What the Mild Brook betwixt Channeling
Easygoing Border in the Lasting
The Acre over Quiescent Shifting
Thick Arch from Rooting
What Amber Bog up Closing
When Steady-handed Atoll after Ripening
When Sun-baked Bay through Centering
What the Ascending Blossom alongside Mellowing
When Known Arch amidst Sharing
Furrowed Bog onto the Remaining
True Alcove Since the Bordering
The Furrowed Acre behind Kindling
What Attentive Arch near Shaping
The Bog past Stocky Measuring
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.