So you drive all the way out Marfa to see Donald Judd’s famous aluminum boxes, and you are appropriately impressed: There really is something solemn and spooky and mind-expanding about their isolation and … essentialness.

But a variation of a famous suspicion/putdown (“my child could paint this abstract expressionist stuff”) sneaks into the back of your mind. Doesn’t minimalist sculpture sometimes look an awful lot like … an IKEA coffee table?

Take the Reverent Entertainment quiz: Can you tell an authentic Donald Judd masterpiece from a piece of cheap furniture?