digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Doleful Burial out Fracturing
Five elements of gothic tracery and a great deal of quiet around them. The deep teal 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
148 works so far 9,226 shapes
Hung today, 17 October · leaves the wall on 24 October.
Fertile Border of Damming
When the Clean Cascade under Enlivening
When Plainspoken Atoll without Hedging
What Forthright Bog circa Finding
What the Mossy Canyon among Joining
Ghostly Cairn Since Dissolving
When Temperate Bog amidst Forming
What Pragmatic Atoll near Rounding
The Acre before Strong Girding
Thick Arch from Rooting
The Bog past Stocky Measuring
The Bay of Patinaed of Adjusting
The Constant Alcove unto the Tying
Trusty Atoll of the Fashioning
Loyal Border past Tracing
When Stable Bog amid Melding
Burnished Cape before Arching
Fertile Basin within Pausing
The Border within Cordial Finding
What the Arch between Tilled Rounding
Mossy Bog throughout the Tracing
Beatific Candle Inside the Hovering
The Bay of Olive Cradling
What the Ascending Blossom alongside Mellowing
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.