digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Flowing Candle beneath Flaring
50 triangle subdivisions spread across the field, crossing wherever chance brought them together. Each carries its own colour; the muted ochre 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.
Sunday
137 works so far 8,581 shapes
Hung today, 18 October · leaves the wall on 25 October.
The Aurora of Effulgent before Feathering
What Grave-toned Alcove within Layering
Honeyed Acre behind Following
When Open Blossom Around Cascading
When Late Border up Setting
What the Familiar Atoll beneath Closing
What the Candle Since Graceful Waltzing
What the Aurora on Cloud-borne Aerating
The Dusk-bound Cairn over the Rusting
What Dappled Alabaster among Glistening
Ashen-warm Arch above the Pressing
When the Clarion Aura out Adorning
The Sound Bog behind Fording
Wise Bog out the Standing
The Grounded Canyon above Finding
Dejected Cavern underneath the Hollowing
What the Bluff until Evenhanded Pressing
The Tilled Atoll up the Growing
The Nuanced Arch Against Delineating
What the Calm Cape past Sowing
Grounded Bay betwixt the Enduring
When the Rich Atoll atop Calming
The Rich Canyon Around Keeping
What the Amber Bog past Sowing
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.