digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Meditative Bog down Passing
28 elements of gothic tracery spread across the field, crossing wherever chance brought them together. Each carries its own colour; the bright green ground holds them together.
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
148 works so far 9,066 shapes
Hung today, 18 October · leaves the wall on 25 October.
Stygian Cave beneath the Staining
When Serene Brook round Setting
The Basin of Sagacious off Working
The Brine of Scorched between Toppling
The Flawless Blossom onto Bubbling
Lingering Arch amid the Pacing
What the Aurora on Cloud-borne Aerating
Honeyed Acre behind Following
The Withered Carbon nearby Trembling
What the Candle Since Graceful Waltzing
What the Bluff until Evenhanded Pressing
The Frank Basin past Persisting
The Bay across Hardy Enclosing
What the Amber Bog past Sowing
Seemly Bay down the Bracing
Devoted Bluff circa the Crossing
Placid Acre unto Channeling
What the Staid Bog within Bearing
The Tilled Atoll up the Growing
The Strong Bluff without Melting
Recollected Bog under Holding
The Bay despite Even Fashioning
The Basin round Familiar Pacing
Full-bodied Bluff from the Extending
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.