Passing  is a personal and emotionally subconscious creation. Without planning, it became an homage to my father who passed away in December of 2024. The bell, which was a sentimental trinket kept for  years like  others on shelves, bowls, my piano, was a present my father brought back from one of his trips when I was a child. The pear or mound represents the earth fusing, holding on to create a hopeful reverberating permanence with the structure. My father once owned, by modern definition through monies,  a small piece of land on a hill on which there were pear and apple trees which he would have loved to leave for his children, but it was not to be. He was, among many things, a classical music radio dj and his love of music was passed to me at a very early age. He received  a green burial. We laid him in the earth with flowers and a crown of lavender. I did not think about the making of this piece. It became or happened, in the way that one “feels” or knows the presence of a loved one who has passed. For me, this semblance evokes many associations that are striking  in a spectrum of connected ways.