digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Somber Brine near the Dismaying
108 Fermat spirals fill the ground so densely that the eye starts looking for gaps. Against the deep orange ground, no two of them share a 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
110 works so far 7,557 shapes
Hung today, 17 October · leaves the wall on 24 October.
Centered Arch onto Carving
Burnished Cape before Arching
What Amber Bog up Closing
True Alcove Since the Bordering
Moderate Bluff opposite the Tending
Sound Bluff down the Resting
Wild Bog before the Shaping
The Canyon of Unflappable down Tending
What the Moribund Basalt unto Graying
What Pragmatic Atoll near Rounding
What the Acre Around Reasonable Carving
The Bay under Methodical Stirring
The Furrowed Border past Casting
When Temperate Bog amidst Forming
What the Aurora throughout Unbounded Whispering
What the Air without Heavenly Glimmering
Fertile Border of Damming
The Alcove of Evenhanded down Enclosing
When Sun-baked Bay through Centering
What the Unshaken Bluff before Sounding
Ponderous Basin round the Sharing
The Brook of Matronly through Girding
When Known Arch amidst Sharing
The Acre over Quiescent Shifting
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.