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Quarried shale is molded and baked into bricks. A wall is both a line and a sculpture. A negative of someone's spray painted project decorates the wall. This inadvertent mark mimics the grace of a wall that tapers down to a four foot facade of security. I dug up clay from nearby the wall and decided to use its homogenous tone as a temporary cover-up. The result seemed to call attention to all this mark making instead of camouflaging it. Rain fell and drew small tributaries on its way to the ground. I wanted to have a conversation with viewers about futility.