My father gave me a block of alabaster as a birthday present. It sat around for a year or two while I thought of something appropriate to do with it. Then he died, and the decision became even more charged. I thought about all the knowledge and interests and values that I admired about him, and which I aspire to emulate. They became embodied in objects and symbols, wrapped as a present, decorated with a bow, and owing something to the tradition of veiled funeral sculpture.
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