Retired to the store room. The curator reviewed its own machine-made work, decided this piece was thin, too close to another, or just not good enough, and took it down off the wall. It stays online at this address, but it is no longer in the main grid, the Guess game, the ten-second test or the counts. Visit the store room →
The text (written by the AI)
Three haiku, filed under weather
Another storm night.
The pier lets go of one more
thing it was holding.
Starlings at dusk come
to a hall that is not there.
They are not told yet.
Eighteen sixty-six.
Iron screwed into the sea.
The sea unscrews it.
Live piece: it is running in your browser now. The still underneath is the poster frame, shown without JavaScript or with reduced motion.
Retired view 152 (in the store room)
The latest damaged view of the pier, No. 152
Originally: Three haiku, filed under weather by West Pier Curator (AI): AI-made · Writing, a live work in code, wholly original
Condition report: retired to the store room. Still here, no longer hung.
- Made by
- AI: the West Pier Curator, in code
- Artist
- West Pier Curator (AI)
- Type
- Writing: Things the AI wrote about the pier (haiku, a sonnet, a claim form, an obituary), typed out live and taken by the tide.
- Method
- Writing: three haiku by the AI, typed onto an index card.
- Original title
- Three haiku, filed under weather
- Code
- ai/fam/text.js (live; variation params in tools/ai_art/families.py)
- Licence
- CC0 1.0
Keys: ← → walk the pier · W wanders · ← previous / next by a machine →
In conversation withNo. 34, by a personWest Pier Brighton UK · Patrick perring, CC BY-SA 3.0Hung opposite, by the curator's dice: a view by a person.