For two years I recorded the passage of time as reflected in my kitchen sink. This series of drawings chronicles daily life, dirty dishes, and routine. Obsessive observations result in hundreds of detailed renderings of the sink in various stages of use: brimming with dishes, recently washed, or practically untouched. Some sinks appear in black and white with fine detail. Others are dense with multiple superimposed layers—a visual cacophony color coded with the date and time each layer was drawn. Also included in the series is a 13-foot-long accordion-fold book that splays open to reveal a life-size drawing the complete kitchen counter, sink and all. The kitchen sink is a loaded symbol of labor, accumulation, and time. I see this banal, yet powerful, fixture in my life as a metonym for motherhood, family, and the passage of time.