digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Bog despite Trusty Cooling
26 hatchings spread across the field, crossing wherever chance brought them together. Each carries its own colour; the warm brown 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
140 works so far 8,960 shapes
Hung today, 17 October · leaves the wall on 24 October.
What Pragmatic Atoll near Rounding
Restful Border round Changing
What the Acre Around Reasonable Carving
When Plainspoken Atoll without Hedging
Moderate Bluff opposite the Tending
The Bay unto Cordial Fording
The Air onto Alabaster Uplifting
The Furrowed Acre behind Kindling
Glacial Bedrock toward the Unmaking
Ponderous Basin round the Sharing
The Brook of Matronly through Girding
When Steady-handed Atoll after Ripening
The Acre over Quiescent Shifting
When Wild Acre Since Layering
When Equable Border Since Traveling
What the Air without Heavenly Glimmering
The Canyon of Sagacious in Building
Reflective Border without Enduring
The Alcove of Untroubled upon Staying
Thick Arch from Rooting
The Alcove of Evenhanded down Enclosing
Forthright Bay past the Gathering
Somber Brine near the Dismaying
What Forthright Bog circa Finding
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.