digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Easygoing Atoll beneath Bordering
100 tunnels pile up and interlace; from a step back they read as one surface. Each carries its own colour; the muted olive 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
170 works so far 10,461 shapes
Hung today, 17 October · leaves the wall on 24 October.
Diaphanous Aura near the Bedazzling
Ghostly Cairn Since Dissolving
Neutral Atoll over Delineating
When Plainspoken Atoll without Hedging
The Reasonable Bay into the Filling
What the Aurora throughout Unbounded Whispering
The Border out Late Continuing
The Burnished Bluff on the Changing
The Permanent Bog after the Centering
The Alcove of Untroubled upon Staying
What Known Canyon through Spinning
The Alcove on Blended Melting
The Sound Basin via Dividing
The Russet Bog beneath Pacing
The Furrowed Border past Casting
The Acre over Quiescent Shifting
The Brine of Fading for Besieging
Countrified Atoll by Shifting
When Wild Acre Since Layering
Even Alcove before Continuing
The Border amid True Stretching
The Abyss of Bereft nearby Withering
The Bay of Patinaed of Adjusting
The Bay under Methodical Stirring
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.