digitallineart: Unique order in the chaos of digital lines
Today, 20 works. By Sunday, 15 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 Intact Arch on Stirring
22 petroglyphs settle across the surface in no order but their own. Against the bright rose ground, no two of them share a colour.
Sunday, 1 Nov
20 works so far 1,685 shapes
Hung today, 1 November · leaves the wall on 15 November.
Gleamy Bloom of Liberating
The Moonless Bedrock of Burning
What the Wan Bedrock toward Plaguing
When the Antique Alcove onto Tracing
The Canyon of Calm down Winding
Dusty Basin outside the Persisting
When Moonless Cavern near Vanishing
Grave-toned Bog out Grading
What Rooted Bluff in Abetting
Ascending Beam beneath Tingling
The Basin throughout Homespun Arching
The Border underneath Layered Remaining
Well-worn Atoll underneath Opening
The Blaze on Glassy Flickering
What Pitiless Burial before Bleakening
The Bluff despite Ample Tracing
What Sedate Bluff down Harboring
Resolute Border amid Moving
The Brook despite Warm-hued Bridging
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.