digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
What Dappled Alabaster among Glistening
75 boid trails crowd the field until single lines turn into texture. Against the bright violet 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
136 works so far 8,531 shapes
Hung today, 18 October · leaves the wall on 25 October.
Stygian Cave beneath the Staining
What the Honest Bay unto Finding
When Staid Bay unto Spanning
Idyllic Beam circa Glazing
Lukewarm Bog without Bracing
What the Tenebrous Brine round Toppling
The Brine nearby Broken Plaguing
Dejected Cavern underneath the Hollowing
Measured Basin nearby the Changing
When Honeyed Bog up Pressing
When Open Aura nearby Cavorting
Honeyed Acre behind Following
When the Moribund Cave in Ebbing
What the Bay after Centered Abetting
The Frank Basin past Persisting
What the Candle Since Graceful Waltzing
The Arch of Seemly between Reckoning
What the Brook over Steady-handed Finding
Ashen-warm Arch above the Pressing
What the Aurora on Cloud-borne Aerating
The Thoughtful Alcove above Laboring
The Strong Bluff without Melting
What Grave-toned Alcove within Layering
The Withered Carbon nearby Trembling
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.