Not a photographer, not a sculptor, Hewitt is a margin
walker (“They lend me a problem with the language, Split my seams and then they
drop in a fuse”) and has the misfortune of having her large white rectangles
leaning up against the walls near McCracken’s wonderful colorful rectangles from
decades earlier nearby. The comparison is unkind and confirms much of my lack
of interest in Hewitt’s work. but it’s good she has landed on her feet at
Sikkema Jenkins after the collapse of D’Amelio Terras.
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