digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
When the Humble Canyon opposite Waiting
81 Minkowski sausages pile up and interlace; from a step back they read as one surface. 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
116 works so far 7,600 shapes
Hung today, 18 October · leaves the wall on 25 October.
The Basin of Sagacious off Working
The Frank Basin past Persisting
Furrowed Brook between Growing
Honeyed Acre behind Following
When the Rich Atoll atop Calming
When Open Blossom Around Cascading
Idyllic Beam circa Glazing
Placid Acre unto Channeling
The Aurora of Elysian despite Brightening
Fertile Cape among the Settling
When Open Aura nearby Cavorting
The Ocherous Bluff among the Rounding
When Stoic Brook till Carving
When the Solid Basin alongside Cradling
The Ripened Canyon Inside Carving
The Brook near Copper Turning
The Rich Canyon Around Keeping
The Bay despite Even Fashioning
What the Candle Since Graceful Waltzing
What the Alabaster unto Balmy Brightening
What the Candle into Feathered Gleaming
What the Bay via Clay-rolled Circling
The Organic Acre upon Carving
When the Moribund Cave in Ebbing
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.