Especially light at the end of the day, and especially when it surprises me. Ordinary things can take my breath away.
Tonight at an auditorium in the High Museum I sat right behind Norman Seeff. What’s left of his shoulder-length hair jutted every which way and when he rose to go onstage after being introduced, I was surprised that this was the photographer and documentary filmmaker I had come to see. His talk was about insights into the creative process and until this night I had known his work but not his name, or his trademark hair.
His talk reminded me of the same things that talks by deeply creative people usually remind me of. I find it a somewhat Jungian experience, and one that fills my heart with the joy of human potential while making me a little sad about wasted time and the impossibility of living long enough to let loose all our talent and ideas.
Norman’s work is mostly black and white portraits of celebrities. Here’s a portrait I took of my favorite celebrity.
These are iPhone photos taken during and after seeing an exhibit of cell phone photos. The photographers had been given a shot list and it was wonderful to see the all different interpretations in that teeny, limited format. Although one photographer said she was disappointed that others had enhanced their photos before printing them, making hers look washed out. In deference to her, I left these straight.
In another room of the gallery, a "working" room, were clay pieces in various stages of production and condition. Covered in plastic to stay moist, fired but not glazed, glazed but not re-baked, finished, perfect, sideways, broken. Dozens and dozens of pieces by various artists on dark, industrial shelves. The place was a mess, really. Very few lights were on and the warehouse-high ceilings gave it a horror-flick feel.
In the center of the biggest room, a huge open-bay working room, was a bed. Above the bed hung balloons. I lay on the bed to take the balloons’ picture, of course.
Afterward, on the way to dinner, the fog was so beautiful and the street was so empty that my friend suggested I capture the city lights right there, in the middle of the road, standing up through the sunroof....