Brian Dedora with his hero, John Waters
It’s all Heads & Hands when it comes down to it, a kind of vice versa situation when one part is wordless the hands take over and the other way around when arthritic… figuratively speaking. Time lapses when coming to voice are taken up with the need to get hands on something, make something, wring the neck of those elusivities and get them down on paper or get busy with some cut and paste or get out the camera to go hunting for an image assist become generator, to find, follow, and put myself into the zone where creativity escorts to hold fast inside it where and when I let loose in the ephemeron moment of my making wherever it may lead… without which I would be bereft, but I’m not… Why? Because I found away of expressing and generating writing projects by acting on flash bulb ideas to find, what I named much later, the ZONE… there is nothing else in the world but doing, planning, making decisions, talking to myself whether writing the flow or looking through my camera’s viewfinder so concentrated, so focused that split second intuitions become real-life in this present moment of creating something… I am not following from A to Z, as there is no place outside of the inside I am in. So concentrated, so direct that as the depletion of energy to drive begins to slow there is the excitement to see what has happened, what do I have, where does it go? Could I photograph a scribbler I had as a child in places around a farm to generate poems? YES. Could I photograph scraps of paper in the street and make a narrative? YES. Could I take a text on aspects of the poem, cut holes in it and supplant another text to change and expand meaning? YES. Can you do whatever light bulb flash brightens your day to make another expressive project…. Damn right.