digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
When Stable Bog amid Melding
56 H-Trees drift over the ground, some touching, most keeping their distance. A muted violet ground sits behind them, and every line answers it in a different 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
117 works so far 7,809 shapes
Hung today, 17 October · leaves the wall on 24 October.
Forged Cape after the Stretching
What Toasted Bay after Melding
The Sensible Bog behind Aging
The Diffuse Cascade alongside the Elevating
What the Arch between Tilled Rounding
When Plainspoken Atoll without Hedging
Wild Bog before the Shaping
When the Calm Border During Channeling
Thick Arch from Rooting
The Bog of Practical despite Meeting
The Bay despite Stained Cooling
What the Mossy Canyon among Joining
Neutral Atoll over Delineating
The Bluff from Hewn Bridging
True Alcove Since the Bordering
Beatific Candle Inside the Hovering
What the Alcove betwixt Full-bodied Passing
The Alabaster on Glinting Liberating
What Attentive Arch near Shaping
When Serene Border after Anchoring
Grainy Alcove along Fording
The Alabaster Inside Shining Streaming
The Lost Cavern before Trembling
The Arch of Moderate opposite Stretching
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.