digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Beatific Candle Inside the Hovering
21 Sierpinski carpets settle across the surface in no order but their own. Against the pale blue 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
114 works so far 7,678 shapes
Hung today, 17 October · leaves the wall on 24 October.
Burnished Cape before Arching
Diaphanous Aura near the Bedazzling
The Pure Bloom on Hallowing
Sound Bluff down the Resting
What the Arch between Tilled Rounding
The Pearly Beam round Carolling
The Brook of Matronly through Girding
Ponderous Basin round the Sharing
The Acre by Wholesome Joining
Neutral Atoll over Delineating
The Gleamy Beam amid Springing
Glacial Bedrock toward the Unmaking
When Open Aura by Transcending
What the Air without Heavenly Glimmering
The Brine of Fading for Besieging
Thick Arch from Rooting
The Bluff from Hewn Bridging
The Acre of Steady on Forming
What the Alcove betwixt Full-bodied Passing
What the Hazel Bog circa Guarding
The Lost Cavern before Trembling
The Alcove of Evenhanded down Enclosing
The Chaste Candle Inside Perfuming
What the Tranquil Brook alongside Pacing
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.