Updated: Dec 17, 2019
I believe the human form is beautiful and capable of communicating emotion better than anything
The mysterious, eerie and borderline bizarre photographs of Chelsey Sinclair, are raw, unapologetic and preternaturally poignant.
“I can’t really give myself any specific label, I try to do it all when it comes to art.” She said of her work.
Born, raised and schooled in Los Angeles, California, she completed part of her studies on the “Golden Coast” for Film, French and Psychology, before journeying to France to complete her studies at an art school in Paris.
“I love to express emotion, especially the dark stuff that no one likes to talk about. A lot of my photographs are self-portraits--sometimes it’s just easier for me to convey my own thoughts using myself. In addition, most of my photos lack [the wearing of] clothing. I believe the human form is beautiful and capable of communicating emotion better than anything, and sometimes clothing can inhibit that. For me, expressing myself visually is something that alleviates a lot of inner turmoil, and creating the things I see in my head is one of the most rewarding experiences.” Sinclair revealed to InSpades.
Her favourite self-portrait is ”Bon Voyage”, a photo meant to symbolize taking what you have left and moving on -- even if the only thing you have left is a shell of the person you used to be. Sinclair contorts defeatedly into a suitcase, head down, her bare rib cage exposing the emaciation of the moment. Collapsed awkwardly into a piece of vintage luggage, Sinclair is the quintessence of her own personal baggage.
In “Itty Bitty Demons”, Sinclair tackles the theme of “insecurities, self doubt and not being able to escape a vicious mind that you’re trapped in”. Twisted in emotional pain, she claws toward her stretched vertebrate like a woman possessed, besot by demons we cannot see, but unquestionably exist.
Standing in antithesis is “Photosynthesis”, in which the same subject, the same body, now eases itself tenderly beside the leaves of a healthy, flowering plant. Sinclair explains that is is about “absorbing the good things around you and letting them grow inside of you, it is hope that you will bloom as flowers do”.
What truly blossoms here is Sinclair’s ability to succinctly envelope the infiniteness of human emotion into a finite portrait. We sit in eager anticipation of her next masterpiece, where she will undoubtedly be found in the throes of unravelling yet another provocative fragment of the human condition.