digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
What Practical Bog up Lining
49 displaced lines drift over the ground, some touching, most keeping their distance. A bright teal 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
125 works so far 7,991 shapes
Hung today, 18 October · leaves the wall on 25 October.
The Basin of Lasting Against Drawing
The Dappled Blossom across the Streaming
What the Alabaster unto Balmy Brightening
The Carbon down Remorseless Stagnating
The Arch up Firm Earning
Ashen-warm Arch above the Pressing
Wild Bluff till Working
The Nuanced Arch Against Delineating
Honeyed Acre behind Following
What the Calm Cape past Sowing
Fluttering Breath through Crystallizing
The Tilled Atoll up the Growing
What the Soft Arch of Hedging
What Shaped Atoll beneath Opening
The Lean Canyon above Knotting
When Staid Bay unto Spanning
The Condemned Cave circa Crumbling
The Strong Bluff without Melting
What the Familiar Atoll beneath Closing
The Weighted Border into the Knitting
The Withered Carbon nearby Trembling
Gloom-laden Ash via Relenting
What the Candle Since Graceful Waltzing
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.