digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Sure Bay off the Bearing
Just three saddle surfaces, each one given its own stretch of ground. Against the bright ochre ground, no two of them share a colour.
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
167 works so far 10,244 shapes
Hung today, 17 October · leaves the wall on 24 October.
The Bog of Practical despite Meeting
The Alcove of Untroubled upon Staying
The Constant Alcove unto the Tying
What the Arch between Tilled Rounding
The Burnished Bluff on the Changing
What the Bog before Russet Girding
The Bay of Fertile amidst Cradling
What the Acre above Mellowed Shaping
When the Calm Border During Channeling
The Arch of Moderate opposite Stretching
Centered Arch onto Carving
The Border within Cordial Finding
What Ordinary Bluff beyond Forming
The Furrowed Acre behind Kindling
Countrified Atoll by Shifting
When Steady-handed Atoll after Ripening
The Arch with Quiet Extending
What the Atoll by Gentle Measuring
Reserved Bog Against Pacing
What Known Canyon through Spinning
When Equable Border Since Traveling
What Honest Alcove Since Turning
The Brook of Matronly through Girding
Mossy Bog throughout the 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.