"Carl Andre, ho-hum," I thought as I trekked toward London's Whitechapel Gallery, "I could be shopping." My retail expedition was thwarted by a photo of Andre's work in a Times glimpsed over the shoulder of a fellow tube passenger. Far from the stolid grids of metal floor plates I'd come to associate with the artist, here was a loose coil of thin copper sheeting which, set on edge and arranged on the floor, resembled the undulating swirls of a shimmering galaxy.

Emerson said you never experience art the same way twice. I guess it was my second moment for Andre, ...

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