And Speaking Of . . .

. . . Monsieur Buren, we happened to walk through the Jardins du Palais Royal this sunny May 1 afternoon when (Labor Day here) little more than the parks and sidewalks were open, and there came upon the shorn orchard of his black-and-white striped pillars. No one can deny the delight they afford to children and agile adults who enjoy scaling the pillars and perching on top. It makes a good picture. But the aesthetic delight they afford is meager. An artist needs more than one good idea, and Buren has never evolved beyond his use of awning (or crosswalk) stripes which, to begin with, had not added anything of particular interest or novelty to the diction of Minimal art.

Or if not derivative, too barren, too repetitive, lacking that nuanced punctuation of nicks and flaws and discolorations that makes great Minimalism great.