Many attempts to jury rig the fix of a doorbell would qualify as art as much as craft. Few such attempts achieve the full-on obsessive quality of this massive grid of mismatched hardware. The rusted splendor of the casing is straight out of an Anselm Kiefer sculpture. The muted buttons have the coded mundanity of a Joseph Beuys readymade. The fragile labels bring to mind the haphazard tape of Doug and Mike Starn. That the changes in color between buttons and tape do not directly correlate provides an element of visual counterpoint. Likewise, the sheer expanse of options hints at the considerable activity that is happening past this barely serviceable gate. As with any worthwhile work of art, the grid asks questions. Many of them are practical: Why the blank spot after 402? How many different label machines were used in the making of this artistic achievement? How much is the seeming discoloration of the buttons the result of the elements, and how much of it is the actual coloring of those items. And some questions are more metaphysical — what realm, for example, is accessed via the unlabeled button between 218A and 218B?An ongoing series cross-posted from instagram.com/dsqt.