Tara Donovan, Untitled, Styrofoam Cups, Hot Glue, 2003Tara Donovan, Untitled, Styrofoam Cups, Hot Glue, 2003 (detail)Tara Donovan, Untitled, Paper Plates, Glue, 2003Tara Donovan, Untitled, Paper Plates, Glue, 2003 (detail)Tara Donovan, Nebulous, Scotch Tape, 2002Tara Donovan, Nebulous, Scotch Tape, 2002 (detail)Tara Donovan, Bluffs, Buttons, Glue, 2005Tara Donovan, Bluffs, Buttons, Glue, 2005 (detail)

Belle poésie de la matière pauvre...
Beautiful poetry of the poor matter...

Occasionally, however, accumulation and multiplication — both of which may be hard-wired into us — overcome convention and carry you away. Multiplication connects us to infinity which connects us to our desire for it; repetition is reassuring, terrifying and mysterious all at once — it is a field of dreams and a comfortable prison, part of the cosmic continuum, something that's been there since the beginning. Repetition is difference repeated within such narrow strictures that it opens new possibilities. At its best repetition conjures what Baudelaire called the "sacred machinery." That's why sometimes when rooms are filled with arrangements of objects, when configurations are fashioned from hundreds, thousands or even millions of similar things, repetition turns metaphysical, obsession and process become transcendental, and magic happens. [...] Jerry Saltz, via artnet, 4/3/06

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