digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Hopeful Blaze toward the Suffusing
75 elements of witch of agnesi crowd the field until single lines turn into texture. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a pale blue 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
84 works so far 5,904 shapes
Hung today, 18 October · leaves the wall on 25 October.
Gloom-laden Ash via Relenting
What the Calm Cape past Sowing
The Tilled Atoll up the Growing
Dependable Atoll across the Brewing
The Soft Basin of Weighing
The Withered Carbon nearby Trembling
Shimmery Blaze up Dazzling
Aged Burial above Wrecking
When Ocherous Bluff nearby Housing
The Brook near Copper Turning
Lukewarm Bog without Bracing
Honeyed Acre behind Following
What the Staid Bog within Bearing
The Unshaken Bluff down Aging
The Basin of Strong without Following
What the Amber Bog past Sowing
When Open Aura nearby Cavorting
The Easygoing Atoll round the Bridging
The Flawless Blossom onto Bubbling
The Arch up Firm Earning
Measured Basin nearby the Changing
What Worldly Basin despite Echoing
The Grounded Canyon above Finding
When the Solemn-warm Bluff Inside Settling
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.