digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
What Forthright Bog circa Finding
52 elements of water interference drift over the ground, some touching, most keeping their distance. A bright rose 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
94 works so far 6,321 shapes
Hung today, 17 October · leaves the wall on 24 October.
When Limpid Air until Rejoicing
The Brine of Fading for Besieging
The Bog past Stocky Measuring
What Quiet Bluff for Moving
What Toasted Bay after Melding
The Diffuse Cascade alongside the Elevating
The Acre over Quiescent Shifting
Burnished Cape before Arching
The Permanent Bog after the Centering
The Pure Bloom on Hallowing
When Open Aura by Transcending
The Canyon of Unflappable down Tending
The Gleamy Beam amid Springing
Sound Bluff down the Resting
The Burnished Bluff on the Changing
The Cursed Char Since the Suffocating
The Acre by Wholesome Joining
The Alabaster on Glinting Liberating
What Attentive Arch near Shaping
The Blaze till Blooming Blanching
When Steady-handed Atoll after Ripening
The Pearly Beam round Carolling
Diaphanous Aura near the Bedazzling
When Sun-baked Bay through Centering
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.