digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
What Genuine Border via Dividing
58 elements of star polyhedra settle across the surface in no order but their own. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a bright olive ground.
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
158 works so far 9,942 shapes
Hung today, 17 October · leaves the wall on 24 October.
The Acre by Wholesome Joining
What the Worldly Atoll from Shaping
The Arch with Quiet Extending
The Constant Alcove unto the Tying
Even Alcove before Continuing
When Tenebrous Cave near Crumbling
Grainy Alcove along Fording
When Stable Bog amid Melding
Sound Bluff down the Resting
The Bay of Fertile amidst Cradling
The Lost Cavern before Trembling
The Atoll without Grave-toned Stirring
The Alabaster Inside Shining Streaming
Frugal Bluff down Buffering
When Plainspoken Atoll without Hedging
What the Mossy Canyon among Joining
The Ashen-warm Bluff round Leaning
When the Calm Border During Channeling
The Acre before Strong Girding
When Equable Border Since Traveling
The Lambent Breath between Scattering
What the Tranquil Brook alongside Pacing
Ponderous Basin round the Sharing
Loyal Border past Tracing
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.