At the DeCordova–sort of a cross between minimalist sculptor Richard Tuttle (a thin blue line on a wall) and a Hallmark card–the pieces whisper endearments and affirmations and tiny hearts tremble. Sometimes I wonder why sound installation often seem unsophisticated to me–is it harder to avoid music and still have force?
Can minimalism be warm and pretty, or is it sentimental?
Miriam's Well: Poetry, Land Art, and Beyond 
I’m charmed, but I can see your point.
I was charmed too–but it raised questions.