Nothing Gold Can Stay temporarily exists as a collection of artworks exploring transience, impermanence, and the cyclical nature of time. The works consider light, the natural world, and the uneasy relationship humanity has with it. The exhibition takes its name from a poem by Robert Frost:
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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