Taking its name from a poem by Robert Frost, Nothing Gold Can Stay exists for a short while as a collection of artworks that explore transience and impermanence. Through thinking about light, nature and the inevitable cycles of time it offers a dialogue between the poem - written in 1923 - and contemporary issues such as climate, post-colonialism, identity and post-humanism.
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay
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