digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Brook of Matronly through Girding
66 nephroids crowd the field until single lines turn into texture. Each carries its own colour; the bright blue 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.
Saturday
78 works so far 5,405 shapes
Hung today, 17 October · leaves the wall on 24 October.
The Alcove of Evenhanded down Enclosing
Neutral Atoll over Delineating
Burnished Cape before Arching
Stable Brook without Lodging
The Pearly Beam round Carolling
The Abyss Since Mourning Quaking
What Amber Bog up Closing
When the Splendid Alabaster outside Scattering
The Acre before Strong Girding
Diaphanous Aura near the Bedazzling
The Alcove of Untroubled upon Staying
What Pragmatic Atoll near Rounding
What Quiet Bluff for Moving
What the Mossy Canyon among Joining
The Air onto Alabaster Uplifting
The Alabaster on Glinting Liberating
What the Aurora throughout Unbounded Whispering
The Arch of Moderate opposite Stretching
When Open Aura by Transcending
What the Alcove betwixt Full-bodied Passing
The Rhapsodic Air During Inspiring
The Chaste Candle Inside Perfuming
Lustrous Aura upon the Enlivening
Fertile Basin within Pausing
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.