I want to believe…


In the late 70’s, when I was 9 or so, I staged these UFO photographs. They were taken on the front lawn of our house in Liverpool NY, a suburb of Syracuse. They turn up every few years or so – a welcome wormhole to kidhood.

Like the photos themselves, though, my affinity for them has mellowed and deepened over the years. Thinking about them now, I’m as taken with the idea of staging UFO pictures as the idea of UFOs themselves. They capture a profound human dynamic – the craftiness of inventing our own stories as well as the longing that they actually be true. Dwelling amid that tension is much more satisfying, I think, than being either a gimlet eyed sceptic or a wide eyed true believer.