Directed by David Heinemann and Elvina Nevardauskaitė
Lithuania's oldest factory breathes life into the next generation of workers and the clay bricks they toil to produce. The spaces, their textures and sounds, transport us to an uncertain, mysterious dimension. The decrepit factory, the Sisyphean labour it extracts, presents us with our own mortality. Like bricks we are but clay.
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