The Bottom Dimension

At the Serpentine Gallery, London, a small number of pieces are displayed which the curators are pleased to call art. Castiel Brasileiro's Third World: The Bottom Dimension is a series of wooden poles stuck into the ground with white rags attached to them. The info sign trotted out some explanation about ecology and freedom, but I could not be bothered to read the rest, so I moved on. Doubtless, better educated people than me have been raving about its fractured take on modern life. 

More interesting were the computer graphics being displayed on a range of variously sized screens. Simulations such as one might find in a video game are indeed works of art. Those backgrounds and vistas are much more interesting than the ones I used to play on the Spectrum, Atari and Commodore 64. Whole worlds are being created in digital form. Yet, like all of man’s creations, they are but inferior tributes to the Creator’s handiwork. If our fallen world is still stunningly beautiful, and the digital simulations of the twenty-first-century human mind can warrant the word art, how much more majestic will be the new heavens and the new earth?

Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty, God hath shined. Psalm 50:2