|New Year's sculpture under construction.|
|Finished artwork on the way out of the studio.|
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. -- Robert Frost
This poem was in my thoughts as
I constructed the New Year sculpture.
More on this in the next post.
For the back-story on Gracewood Studio's
New Year sculptures click here