I’ve heard the term “industrial porn” used to describe the photography of Detroit’s detritus. Entire books have been dedicated to the city’s worst – but often, very beautiful – examples of decay.
“Industrial porn” is a term of derision for those who live here and see Detroit portrayed in the most negative light. Certainly, the argument goes, there are still sections of L.A., Chicago, New York, and, well, name another major American city where you can see abandoned factories and hollowed-out homes with windows charred from fires that stare out at you.
At the same time, however, an oft-quoted (though I’ll admit, unverified) fact is that in terms of sheer land mass – you could fit Manhattan, San Francisco, and Boston into the borders of Detroit.
How do we walk that line between showing the growth that is happening here, the hope you hear in people’s voices as they describe the latest project like Imagination Station?
Joshua, the artist in this film, quotes the first line of a Dylan Thomas poem:
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age: that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
At our first tech meeting of the production, I talked with the crew about a six word question from one of James Baldwin’s essays that is serving as a mantra for this production. “What will happen to all this beauty.”
For each person on the crew, the goal is to extend, exalt, and more deeply express the beauty that is here – right now – waiting for us to notice.
We took some still photos as inspiration for the dream sequence of Franklin Jr., the 11-year old, imagining himself an astronaut. For me, this still shot of Craig Woodall captures that sense of Hope.