digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
What Frank Brook During Working
34 Devil's curves share the field — close enough to overlap, loose enough to be told apart. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a bright ochre 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
108 works so far 6,992 shapes
Hung today, 18 October · leaves the wall on 25 October.
Serene Alcove into Learning
Intrinsic Border nearby the Sounding
The Basin of Sagacious off Working
The Aurora of Elysian despite Brightening
Pearlescent Aura along the Exalting
What Warm-hued Bay via Abiding
When Open Aura nearby Cavorting
What the Alabaster unto Balmy Brightening
Lukewarm Bog without Bracing
The Basin of Strong without Following
The Weighted Border into the Knitting
When the Rich Atoll atop Calming
What the Staid Bog within Bearing
When Ocherous Bluff nearby Housing
The Withered Carbon nearby Trembling
When Nascent Aura near Enkindling
Still Bloom opposite Greeting
The Tawny Bay on the Housing
Furrowed Brook between Growing
Fluttering Breath through Crystallizing
Wild Bluff till Working
The Grounded Canyon above Finding
The Ingrained Cape among Learning
When Staid Bay unto Spanning
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.