digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Border amidst Substantial Flowing
50 circle fractals share the field — close enough to overlap, loose enough to be told apart. The bright green ground lets each colour keep its own voice.
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
121 works so far 8,076 shapes
Hung today, 17 October · leaves the wall on 24 October.
The Alcove of Evenhanded down Enclosing
The Bay onto Recollected Turning
Grainy Alcove along Fording
When Oppressed Basalt off Sinking
The Alabaster Inside Shining Streaming
Loyal Border past Tracing
True Alcove Since the Bordering
When Plainspoken Atoll without Hedging
When Equable Border Since Traveling
What the Arch between Tilled Rounding
Fertile Border of Damming
The Abyss Since Mourning Quaking
The Furrowed Border past Casting
The Alcove on Blended Melting
The Acre by Wholesome Joining
When Temperate Bog amidst Forming
The Acre of Steady on Forming
Neutral Atoll over Delineating
Wild Bog before the Shaping
What Forthright Bog circa Finding
Somber Brine near the Dismaying
Glacial Bedrock toward the Unmaking
What Amber Bog up Closing
Reflective Border without Enduring
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.