digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Cloudless Brilliance behind Burnishing
108 triquetras fill the ground so densely that the eye starts looking for gaps. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a pale green 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
203 works so far 12,536 shapes
Hung today, 17 October · leaves the wall on 24 October.
The Furrowed Border past Casting
Shaped Bluff nearby Filling
The Ordinary Atoll alongside Leaning
What the Worldly Atoll from Shaping
The Permanent Bog after the Centering
What the Faint Aurora circa Burnishing
The Sound Basin via Dividing
Fertile Basin within Pausing
What the Border within Staid Grading
What the New Brilliance round Sailing
What the Aurora throughout Unbounded Whispering
The Chaste Candle Inside Perfuming
When the Grounded Alcove onto Inscribing
Measured Canyon after the Passing
What the Acre above Mellowed Shaping
What Grounded Bay onto Leaning
Sound Bluff down the Resting
The Bay of Olive Cradling
The Border within Cordial Finding
Diaphanous Aura near the Bedazzling
Reasonable Arch across the Remaining
Burnished Cape before Arching
When the Splendid Alabaster outside Scattering
When Glad Candle under Endearing
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.