“Every number consists of one time, many repetitions of one.” says Feridüddin Attar. Sun rises and sets. It rises again, and sets again. We blink our eyes, blink again and again. Azan is recited, and recited again, and then again. It is rather meaningful that the lines in itself repeats. Repeating verses, repeating verbs, repeating notes, repetitions in gilding, miniature, calligraphy and architecture... Meaning the rhythm. Craftsmen seeing that something else reproduces in every repetition, in fact not the repeating thing, knowing that a straight line is not consisted of repeating dots, and hearing the chorus that the geometric rhythm says, are in the Yeditepe Biennial with their works, with which they say “there is art in their repetition”.