6"x6" mixed media encaustic on 1.5" deep cradled wood panel. Sides stained antique gold. Comes ready to hang.
 
On Snow
A Riddle
 
From Heaven I fall, though from earth I begin.
No lady alive can show such a skin.
I'm bright as an angel, and light as a feather,
But heavy and dark, when you squeeze me together.
Though candor and truth in my aspect I bear,
Yet many poor creatures I help to insnare.
Though so much of Heaven appears in my make,
The foulest impressions I easily take.
My parent and I produce one another,
The mother the daughter, the daughter the mother.
-Jonathon Swift