digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
What the Soft Arch of Hedging
75 circle fractals pile up and interlace; from a step back they read as one surface. Against the muted green ground, no two of them share a 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
121 works so far 7,785 shapes
Hung today, 18 October · leaves the wall on 25 October.
When the Rich Atoll atop Calming
Tilled Arch from Collecting
When Open Aura nearby Cavorting
What the Aurora on Cloud-borne Aerating
What Grave-toned Alcove within Layering
Burnished Bluff through the Fitting
When Staid Bay unto Spanning
What the Amber Bog past Sowing
The Sound Bog behind Fording
What the Familiar Atoll beneath Closing
Measured Basin nearby the Changing
The Arch up Firm Earning
Lingering Arch amid the Pacing
Aerial Blaze for Blanching
The Grounded Canyon above Finding
When Practical Bog Since Kindling
The Brook near Copper Turning
The Basin of Strong without Following
What the Tenebrous Brine round Toppling
Restful Bluff beneath Filling
When Ocherous Bluff nearby Housing
The Bay despite Even Fashioning
When Open Blossom Around Cascading
What the Calm Cape past Sowing
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.