digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Carbon down Remorseless Stagnating
48 Cassini ovals drift over the ground, some touching, most keeping their distance. Each carries its own colour; the deep 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.
Sunday
105 works so far 6,799 shapes
Hung today, 18 October · leaves the wall on 25 October.
Lukewarm Bog without Bracing
Still Bloom opposite Greeting
When Late Border up Setting
Abiding Bog till the Passing
What the Tenebrous Brine round Toppling
The Tilled Atoll up the Growing
What the Bay after Centered Abetting
Idyllic Beam circa Glazing
What the Amber Bog past Sowing
What Worldly Basin despite Echoing
When Staid Bay unto Spanning
The Nuanced Arch Against Delineating
Mournful Ash within Blackening
Shimmery Blaze up Dazzling
Pearlescent Aura along the Exalting
When Autumnal Border upon Standing
Wild Bluff till Working
The Tawny Bay on the Housing
What Shaped Atoll beneath Opening
Serene Alcove into Learning
The Basin of Strong without Following
When Ocherous Bluff nearby Housing
The Rich Canyon Around Keeping
Stygian Cave beneath the Staining
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.