In 1976, a sci-fi/fantasy film by the name of Logan’s Run was released, and quickly became something that my young mind gravitated to. In the movie, it had been decided that life ends at 30 in order to retain the young, utopian society that now exists, walled off from the existence of the natural world taking over the past outside. Midway through the film, the two lead protagonists escape this fate, after many twists and turns, and emerge outside into the glare of the setting sun, never before seen by their own eyes. This was the mythical place spoken only in hushed tones that they’d been hearing about, known as “Sanctuary”. This new world, one of their own ancient societies, must be reintroduced to their world as one where you are allowed to live out your life on your own terms.

This concept fascinated and resonated with me, and I found myself wondering what my Sanctuary would be? What was my safe place? If I needed to run in times of trouble or discontent, where would I go? I quickly realized my own fondness for nature and the solitude and strength that Mother Nature provided. This was a very primal pull I was feeling, an instinct of survival, like returning to the days of early human existence. Certainly, though, my vague ideas existed more in my dreams than in real life, and Sanctuary for me became a place that is as dark and mysterious as it is bright and hopeful.

Spending time in nature, often in profound wonder, brings peace of mind during troubling times. It is an escape; a safe place where one can become intimate with the elements that surround you. These are the opportunities to take in views that help to explore your thoughts and perceptions, and how you see your own place in this world. These images are representative of home and finding beauty in the often darker and fractured recesses of the mind. Each image is a mysterious place, both real and unreal, recorded from the safety of my own imagination. Each has become my own Sanctuary.

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This project employs my often preferred way of seeing the world, by using expired Polaroid positive/negative film to achieve the final look of my prints. This film gives me the fractured, flawed, and ambiguous look and feel of my dreams, memories, and ideas kept in the darker recesses of my mind.