digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
When Open Aura nearby Cavorting
67 Penrose suns fill the ground so densely that the eye starts looking for gaps. A pale green ground sits behind them, and every line answers it in a different 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.
Sunday
77 works so far 5,578 shapes
Hung today, 18 October · leaves the wall on 25 October.
Dejected Cavern underneath the Hollowing
The Basin of Sagacious off Working
Serene Alcove into Learning
Restful Bluff beneath Filling
The Organic Acre upon Carving
The Condemned Cave circa Crumbling
Mournful Ash within Blackening
Abiding Bog till the Passing
What the Muffled Brook Around Lining
The Soft Basin of Weighing
What Worldly Basin despite Echoing
Composed Brook Since Buffering
The Basin of Strong without Following
When Untroubled Border opposite Housing
The Withered Carbon nearby Trembling
Placid Acre unto Channeling
What the Bay Around Sound Mending
When the Solemn-warm Bluff Inside Settling
Gloom-laden Ash via Relenting
Amber-toned Brook Against Lacing
Still Bloom opposite Greeting
The Easygoing Atoll round the Bridging
What the Bay via Clay-rolled Circling
When the Leaden Cave in Stunting
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.