grow

I'm participating in Creativity Boot Camp -- an online course to nurture creativity. The assignment today was "grow." One of the discussions that grew out of the assignment was this:

"Can art be taught?"

My take on this is that techniques and rules can be taught, but to merely become proficient in technique is not art. Don't you think that art demands emotion, spark, soul... ? Art does not display; it speaks. From the heart.

I'm almost ashamed to write that out loud. Does that sound terribly new age, psychobabble-y? Tell me what you think. :)

Bridal Wreath

I have had this spirea bridal wreath in my garden for years. The first shrub was planted by my father years ago, and I have dug up and transplanted shoots of it all over the garden. This year it is absolutely filled with tiny blooms, which are so pretty when captured by the macro lens. :)

Still Shooting

Spirea Bridal Wreath against the red shingles of my house. SOOC.

For some reason I'm feeling emotionally drained, and can't think of a single thing to write about, but at least I'm still shooting...

Gray Skies, Pink Flowers

I seem to be on a pink flower kick for the past few days... maybe it's all the gray skies. We did have some sun yesterday, but as night fell, the rain started again. This has been an incredibly rainy June in New Jersey -- average rainfall for June is 3.98 inches, while our actual rainfall to date is 6.44 inches.

And we've still got a week to go.

In the Pink

I seem to be fascinated by the tiny flowers of the spirea bush. I love the different shades of pink, and the extra long pistils.

OK, I forget again -- which are the stamen and which are the pistils?

Happy Sunday

Wishing you all a beautiful day!