digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Aerial Blaze for Blanching
50 elements of triangle grid spread across the field, crossing wherever chance brought them together. Each carries its own colour; the pale 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.
Sunday
66 works so far 4,904 shapes
Hung today, 18 October · leaves the wall on 25 October.
The Aura of Beauteous upon Wakening
When the Clarion Aura out Adorning
When Stable Arch along Curing
The Condemned Cave circa Crumbling
The Flawless Blossom onto Bubbling
Stygian Cave beneath the Staining
The Withered Carbon nearby Trembling
The Ingrained Cape among Learning
What the Honest Bay unto Finding
When Untroubled Border opposite Housing
Burnished Bluff through the Fitting
The Basin of Lasting Against Drawing
Furrowed Brook between Growing
Measured Basin nearby the Changing
What the Tenebrous Brine round Toppling
Still Bloom opposite Greeting
When Autumnal Border upon Standing
Honeyed Acre behind Following
The Unshaken Bluff down Aging
The Arch up Firm Earning
The Bay across Hardy Enclosing
The Organic Acre upon Carving
Rough Bog with Embedding
What the Alabaster unto Balmy Brightening
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.