digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Thoughtful Alcove above Laboring
84 warped rings press together into a single, restless field. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a bright 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.
Sunday
130 works so far 8,286 shapes
Hung today, 18 October · leaves the wall on 25 October.
The Nuanced Arch Against Delineating
The Arch of Seemly between Reckoning
What the Wholesome Bay after Melting
Placid Acre unto Channeling
What the Aurora on Cloud-borne Aerating
Fluttering Breath through Crystallizing
When Staid Bay unto Spanning
Intrinsic Basin onto Fashioning
Idyllic Beam circa Glazing
The Aurora of Effulgent before Feathering
Aerial Blaze for Blanching
What Methodical Canyon beside Rolling
The Carbon down Remorseless Stagnating
The Soft Basin of Weighing
Honeyed Acre behind Following
Wise Bog out the Standing
When Practical Bog Since Kindling
The Withered Carbon nearby Trembling
When the Solid Basin alongside Cradling
What the Bay after Centered Abetting
When Ocherous Bluff nearby Housing
Lukewarm Bog without Bracing
Mournful Ash within Blackening
The Brine nearby Broken Plaguing
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.