“A Measure of a Little While” is based on a poem by Robert Frost, “Flower Gathering”. The poem speaks of time away from his lover and alludes to the flowers that are left…He says, “They are yours, and be the measure of their worth for you to treasure, the measure of the little while that I’ve been long away” I have captured the flowers in different stages of decay…. as their demise is the measure of time that the lovers have been apart. I wanted to capture a period of time when letter writing was commonplace, before emails and text messaging. The poem and the simplified images, inspired by vintage fabrics, captured a moment in time when immediate gratification was not commonplace.
Flower Gathering by Robert Frost
I LEFT you in the morning,
And in the morning glow,
You walked a way beside me
To make me sad to go.
Do you know me in the gloaming,
Gaunt and dusty gray with roaming?
Are you dumb because you know me not,
Or dumb because you know?
All for me And not a question
For the faded flowers gay
That could take me from beside you
For the ages of a day?
They are yours, and be the measure
Of their worth for you to treasure,
The measure of the little while
That I’ve been long away.