digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Intrinsic Basin onto Fashioning
66 circle packings fill the ground so densely that the eye starts looking for gaps. A muted blue ground sits behind them, and every line answers it in a different 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
128 works so far 8,177 shapes
Hung today, 18 October · leaves the wall on 25 October.
When Stoic Brook till Carving
The Ingrained Cape among Learning
What the Aurora on Cloud-borne Aerating
The Dappled Blossom across the Streaming
The Sound Bog behind Fording
What the Candle into Feathered Gleaming
The Frank Basin past Persisting
What Shaped Atoll beneath Opening
The Easygoing Atoll round the Bridging
The Bay despite Even Fashioning
When the Clarion Aura out Adorning
Stygian Cave beneath the Staining
When Open Blossom Around Cascading
Lingering Arch amid the Pacing
When the Moribund Cave in Ebbing
Amber-toned Brook Against Lacing
The Basin round Familiar Pacing
Hopeful Blaze toward the Suffusing
The Condemned Cave circa Crumbling
Pearlescent Aura along the Exalting
Gloom-laden Ash via Relenting
What the Familiar Atoll beneath Closing
The Rich Canyon Around Keeping
What Grave-toned Alcove within Layering
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.