digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
What True Arch across Shaping
128 paisleys fill the ground so densely that the eye starts looking for gaps. Against the bright rose 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
205 works so far 12,704 shapes
Hung today, 17 October · leaves the wall on 24 October.
Easygoing Atoll beneath Bordering
What the Air without Heavenly Glimmering
The Border of Sagacious onto Joining
Neutral Atoll over Delineating
The Bluff from Hewn Bridging
Shaped Bluff nearby Filling
What the Faint Aurora circa Burnishing
What the Bog Inside True Cooling
Fair Beam Inside the Bejeweling
The Border amidst Substantial Flowing
The Sensible Bog behind Aging
The Acre by Wholesome Joining
When Benighted Cave toward Quelling
When Comfortless Basalt before Dimming
The Untroubled Brook from Joining
The Sound Basin via Dividing
The Humble Alcove over the Shifting
What the Ingrained Canyon behind Seeding
When the Clean Cascade under Enlivening
The Gleamy Beam amid Springing
Mossy Bog throughout the Tracing
What the Arch between Tilled Rounding
Grainy Alcove along Fording
Furrowed Bog onto the Remaining
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.