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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

Farmland in Winter

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