The horizon stands between two worlds, it is concrete and public, we can approach it but it always moves further.
"Pursuing the Horizon" is a generative artwork, created with a custom p5js script. The composition is autonomously developing by itself, based on Cellular Automata (CA) rules.
CAs are computational models that are typically represented by a grid with values (cells). A cell is a particular location on a grid with a value, like a cell on a spreadsheet you’d see in Microsoft Excel. Each cell in the grid evolves based on its neighbors and the rules I've crafted. Elementary CAs are visualized by drawing a row of cells, then evolving that row according to a rule, and displaying the evolved row below its predecessor.
Artwork title inspired by Stephen Crane's poem:
<< I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
“It is futile,” I said,
“You can never —”
“You lie,” he cried,
And ran on.>>
Pursuing the Horizon
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The horizon stands between two worlds, it is concrete and public, we can approach it but it always moves further.
"Pursuing the Horizon" is a generative artwork, created with a custom p5js script. The composition is autonomously developing by itself, based on Cellular Automata (CA) rules.
CAs are computational models that are typically represented by a grid with values (cells). A cell is a particular location on a grid with a value, like a cell on a spreadsheet you’d see in Microsoft Excel. Each cell in the grid evolves based on its neighbors and the rules I've crafted. Elementary CAs are visualized by drawing a row of cells, then evolving that row according to a rule, and displaying the evolved row below its predecessor.
Artwork title inspired by Stephen Crane's poem:
<< I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
“It is futile,” I said,
“You can never —”
“You lie,” he cried,
And ran on.>>