digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
What the Candle Since Graceful Waltzing
75 butterfly curves press together into a single, restless field. Against the muted blue 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.
Sunday
83 works so far 5,829 shapes
Hung today, 18 October · leaves the wall on 25 October.
Fluttering Breath through Crystallizing
The Soft Basin of Weighing
Measured Basin nearby the Changing
The Dappled Blossom across the Streaming
Rough Bog with Embedding
What the Candle into Feathered Gleaming
The Unshaken Bluff down Aging
What the Amber Bog past Sowing
The Brine of Scorched between Toppling
When Autumnal Border upon Standing
Honeyed Acre behind Following
What the Staid Bog within Bearing
When Nascent Aura near Enkindling
The Basin of Strong without Following
Dejected Cavern underneath the Hollowing
When Open Aura nearby Cavorting
The Easygoing Atoll round the Bridging
Lukewarm Bog without Bracing
The Arch up Firm Earning
What Warm-hued Bay via Abiding
What Worldly Basin despite Echoing
The Grounded Canyon above Finding
What the Bay via Clay-rolled Circling
The Condemned Cave circa Crumbling
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.