digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Alabaster on Glinting Liberating
Eleven Celtic knots, set well apart on an open ground — the empty space is part of the picture. The pale ochre ground lets each colour keep its own voice.
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
73 works so far 5,182 shapes
Hung today, 17 October · leaves the wall on 24 October.
Forged Cape after the Stretching
What the Ascending Blossom alongside Mellowing
Sound Bluff down the Resting
The Bog past Stocky Measuring
Thick Arch from Rooting
What the Moribund Basalt unto Graying
Diaphanous Aura near the Bedazzling
Neutral Atoll over Delineating
When Plainspoken Atoll without Hedging
When Open Aura by Transcending
What the Tranquil Brook alongside Pacing
Countrified Atoll by Shifting
What the Aurora throughout Unbounded Whispering
When Temperate Bog amidst Forming
The Arch of Moderate opposite Stretching
Fertile Basin within Pausing
The Brine of Fading for Besieging
The Cursed Char Since the Suffocating
Fertile Border of Damming
The Alcove of Evenhanded down Enclosing
When Blithe Beam beyond Dispelling
The Acre before Strong Girding
True Alcove Since the Bordering
The Bay despite Stained Cooling
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.