5 feet x 10 feet x 8 feet
Wood, metal, brick, motor, plastic, clay
Every day I sat, silently, in a blue shirt and work pants for hours rolling tiny pellets of clay. Each ball was dropped into a funnel in the wall; disappearing from sight only to fall minutes later from the end of a motorized conveyor and onto a pile. I cannot see the end result, but the pile slowly and monotonously grows larger.