digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
When Blithe Beam beyond Dispelling
19 elements of triangle grid drift over the ground, some touching, most keeping their distance. A pale 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.
Saturday
66 works so far 4,711 shapes
Hung today, 17 October · leaves the wall on 24 October.
What Attentive Arch near Shaping
Ponderous Basin round the Sharing
Diaphanous Aura near the Bedazzling
The Bay despite Stained Cooling
When Plainspoken Atoll without Hedging
The Brine of Fading for Besieging
The Air onto Alabaster Uplifting
What the Air without Heavenly Glimmering
The Diffuse Cascade alongside the Elevating
The Acre over Quiescent Shifting
What the Ascending Blossom alongside Mellowing
When Sedate Atoll Against Setting
Soft Acre along Engraving
The Chaste Candle Inside Perfuming
Neutral Atoll over Delineating
The Bay of Fertile amidst Cradling
When Temperate Bog amidst Forming
The Acre of Steady on Forming
Sound Bluff down the Resting
The Russet Bog beneath Pacing
The Acre before Strong Girding
Stable Brook without Lodging
When Limpid Air until Rejoicing
What Quiet Bluff for Moving
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.