digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
The Arch of Seemly between Reckoning
24 elements of running bond spread across the field, crossing wherever chance brought them together. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a bright olive 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
89 works so far 6,160 shapes
Hung today, 18 October · leaves the wall on 25 October.
The Basin of Lasting Against Drawing
When Nascent Aura near Enkindling
Amber-toned Brook Against Lacing
The Dappled Blossom across the Streaming
The Aurora of Elysian despite Brightening
Placid Acre unto Channeling
Dependable Atoll across the Brewing
Gloom-laden Ash via Relenting
Shimmery Blaze up Dazzling
When Autumnal Border upon Standing
Aerial Blaze for Blanching
The Grounded Canyon above Finding
When the Solemn-warm Bluff Inside Settling
What the Candle into Feathered Gleaming
The Unshaken Bluff down Aging
The Condemned Cave circa Crumbling
The Weighted Border into the Knitting
The Bay despite Even Fashioning
The Basin of Strong without Following
What the Amber Bog past Sowing
What the Honest Bay unto Finding
The Tilled Atoll up the Growing
The Sound Bog behind Fording
Hewn Acre into the Drawing
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.