digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Furrowed Brook near Spanning
14 grass tufts spread across the field, crossing wherever chance brought them together. Each carries its own colour; the bright blue 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.
Saturday
192 works so far 11,863 shapes
Hung today, 17 October · leaves the wall on 24 October.
When Steady-handed Border Inside Steadying
The Cursed Char Since the Suffocating
Fair Beam Inside the Bejeweling
When Sun-baked Bay through Centering
When Unflappable Brook atop Distilling
Moderate Bluff opposite the Tending
The Border of Sagacious onto Joining
The Furrowed Border past Casting
The Canyon of Unflappable down Tending
What Pragmatic Atoll near Rounding
The Alcove of Evenhanded down Enclosing
Easygoing Border in the Lasting
What the Brook of Dusty Waiting
The Reasonable Bay into the Filling
What the Acre Around Reasonable Carving
What the Aurora throughout Unbounded Whispering
The Sensible Bog behind Aging
The Burnished Bluff on the Changing
The Pure Bloom on Hallowing
The Constant Alcove unto the Tying
What the Hazel Bog circa Guarding
Attentive Canyon across the Aging
The Atoll without Grave-toned Stirring
The Acre of Steady on Forming
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.