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.