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?
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