digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
What the Aurora on Cloud-borne Aerating
25 elements of basket weave spread across the field, crossing wherever chance brought them together. Each carries its own colour; the pale green 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.
Sunday
90 works so far 6,185 shapes
Hung today, 18 October · leaves the wall on 25 October.
The Unshaken Bluff down Aging
Fertile Cape among the Settling
The Aurora of Elysian despite Brightening
What the Staid Bog within Bearing
The Grounded Canyon above Finding
Placid Acre unto Channeling
The Basin of Lasting Against Drawing
Measured Basin nearby the Changing
The Basin of Strong without Following
The Flawless Blossom onto Bubbling
The Condemned Cave circa Crumbling
When Open Blossom Around Cascading
Shimmery Blaze up Dazzling
What the Honest Bay unto Finding
The Tilled Atoll up the Growing
What the Alabaster unto Balmy Brightening
Stygian Cave beneath the Staining
Honeyed Acre behind Following
Aged Burial above Wrecking
The Dappled Blossom across the Streaming
Composed Brook Since Buffering
What the Calm Cape past Sowing
The Nuanced Arch Against Delineating
What the Candle into Feathered Gleaming
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.