Once I was juried into a show called “Ephemeral”. It was at Cal Tech as I remember and the show was very well done. Fabulous catalog and invitation. It included all media, and many definitions of the word: ephemeral.
Some works looked like ghosts. Some self destructed. My work at that time was about my colon cancer and its re-occurrence, so it was me, the artist that was ephemeral, not the work. Still fit in.
Big opening, of course done without me, living so far away. Carried off in the absolute heights of coolness.
After a couple of weeks, the sprinkler system malfunctioned and would not shut off. The art was recovered but the gallery walls were like soaked cardboard. The truncated show was all over. Ephemeral.