digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Today, 74 works. By Saturday, 14 November, none of them.
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.
What the Amber Bay amid Flowing
25 elements of kumiko settle across the surface in no order but their own. Every line is drawn in a colour of its own against a bright blue ground.
Saturday, 31 Oct
74 works so far 4,522 shapes
Hung today, 31 October · leaves the wall on 14 November.
What the Countrified Bay of Hedging
The Measured Bog along Continuing
When Intrinsic Acre opposite Filling
When Permanent Bluff without Centering
What Heartsick Abyss along Defiling
The Canyon of Dignified via Shifting
The Old-fashioned Acre up Anchoring
What the Beam for Dappled Burgeoning
Embittered Brine after Stalling
The Easygoing Bluff across Fashioning
The Blaze in Open Glimmering
The Canyon of Enduring beside Abiding
When Saturnine Brine for Hollowing
Lucent Air after the Waltzing
The Cave before Tired Yielding
The Canyon before Cultivated Casting
The Self-possessed Basin onto the Weighing
Harmonious Blaze along Crystallizing
When the Shrouded Carbon off Yielding
When the Glad Candle amid Burgeoning
What the Acre on Loyal Learning
When Reserved Atoll in Channeling
Fathomed Bog before the Traveling
The Tawny Arch beyond the Arching
When Weighty Bay beside Moving
When Firm Bluff through Abiding
The Border with Measured Calming
Stoic Basin past the Anchoring
Composed Acre along the Bordering
The Cape behind Fixed Seeding
The Sober Bog in the Arching
The Alcove of Grainy above Pausing
The Basin under Mossy Ripening
Awash Alabaster across Heightening
Diamantine Beam with Lilting
Reflective Bay till Following
When the Honest Alcove via Spanning
Plain Atoll Against the Flowing
What the Cool Candle among Lifting
The Sienna Arch under Staying
What Earnest Bog onto Fastening
When the Distant Brook with Calming
Haunted Bedrock atop Darkening
The Alcove alongside Sure Closing
The Arch of Time-honored toward Shifting
When Translucent Candle between Brightening
When Forthright Cape Since Stirring
When the Distant Brook betwixt Forging
Celestial Blossom into the Freshening
Tawny Basin Around Changing
The Sedate Arch near Toiling
The Blaze out Shining Aerating
Matronly Basin opposite the Dwelling
Dainty Alabaster for Igniting
The Basalt of Lamenting under Shrouding
The Buoyant Blaze round Leaping
The Bluff of Durable till Calming
The Frozen Bedrock upon Smothering
What the Centered Arch down Keeping
The Dull Boulder via Lapsing
The Stocky Acre on the Reckoning
The Firm Bog under Girding
The Alcove via Mindful Grading
The Soaring Air amid Cresting
What Rarefied Blaze above Glowing
The Woven Arch underneath the Lodging
The Burial of Wounded betwixt Crumbling
What the Rich Alcove before Depositing
The Bloom on Phosphorescent Twinkling
The Toasted Atoll over the Guarding
When Patient Bluff beside Holding
When the Trusty Canyon with Spanning
Sheer Candle Around Chiming
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.