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Sinclair Chase Korte
Growing up, my brother, sister, and I were always provided with enough art supplies, music, and the kind of creative freedom you would expect a child to have. We were introduced to music at a young age, and after the initial tears, I learned to play the Trumpet, French horn, and Violin by 5th grade. As you could imagine, music was a big part of all of our lives, but we would always explore drawing and painting in our spare time, with a little more freedom, outside of classes, and private lessons, on our own. Any time there was an art project, or we had to make a presentation, these were the only times I felt like I really knew what I was doing, a theme that is still true to this day.
If I didn’t have creativity, and the ability to express myself differently, I am not sure how else I would have dealt with my father being diagnosed with Colon Cancer. I was 9. It didn’t seem out of the norm, I hadn’t lived that much life to know how serious things would get. Going to the hospital seemed like a weird field trip, it was just getting out of school, and maybe getting some Wendy’s. Trying to recall how I actually felt is harder than anything. That is what happens when you repress. He died in our home in Michigan, August 2, 2003.
There is a lot to cover between then, and now, things I put to rest, and things I am still trying to work out.
It is difficult to say when my artistic journey truly began. Ever since I can remember, creating just became more of my day to day life, building up to something, probably a joke; I’d be ok with that. During my third year of high school, I quit playing my trumpet, and going to orchestra, most classes in general, with the thought of exploring my visual art more. I had to create, and put whatever was in my head on paper, I was lucky enough to have teachers in High School, and College that noticed this. After that the only real plan was to get better.
Progression of skill over time is to be expected when you stick with something, and are proactive about what you want to know. The bigger growth I have seen in myself is how I think about art, and being a creative. I respect other artists so much more than I did when I was younger. Thinking about their concept behind their creation, who they are behind their tools, their drive. I use to be very competitive; I’d be lying if I said I still wasn’t a little, but now my curiosity, and attention goes towards the wonder behind a piece, why they create, and in turn, it is easier for me to create just for the sake it, I started living in my own art, and enjoy learning from others.
I get in trouble sometimes because I look at people as paintings, how would I do the shadows on their face, where are the highlights, what colors would I use, what do I find difficult? If the lighting is good in that situation I ask if I can take a photo. Other times, like for this current series, it just evolves from past paintings. If people get something from what I make, that is amazing to me; I’d rather not spoil what they imagine with something I do not even know myself.
These pieces are a small part of my journey, there is no real end goal that I know of yet, and there isn’t a peak I see in the future.
It is very simple to me right; finish it, and make more.
-Sinclair Chase Korte
If I didn’t have creativity, and the ability to express myself differently, I am not sure how else I would have dealt with my father being diagnosed with Colon Cancer. I was 9. It didn’t seem out of the norm, I hadn’t lived that much life to know how serious things would get. Going to the hospital seemed like a weird field trip, it was just getting out of school, and maybe getting some Wendy’s. Trying to recall how I actually felt is harder than anything. That is what happens when you repress. He died in our home in Michigan, August 2, 2003.
There is a lot to cover between then, and now, things I put to rest, and things I am still trying to work out.
It is difficult to say when my artistic journey truly began. Ever since I can remember, creating just became more of my day to day life, building up to something, probably a joke; I’d be ok with that. During my third year of high school, I quit playing my trumpet, and going to orchestra, most classes in general, with the thought of exploring my visual art more. I had to create, and put whatever was in my head on paper, I was lucky enough to have teachers in High School, and College that noticed this. After that the only real plan was to get better.
Progression of skill over time is to be expected when you stick with something, and are proactive about what you want to know. The bigger growth I have seen in myself is how I think about art, and being a creative. I respect other artists so much more than I did when I was younger. Thinking about their concept behind their creation, who they are behind their tools, their drive. I use to be very competitive; I’d be lying if I said I still wasn’t a little, but now my curiosity, and attention goes towards the wonder behind a piece, why they create, and in turn, it is easier for me to create just for the sake it, I started living in my own art, and enjoy learning from others.
I get in trouble sometimes because I look at people as paintings, how would I do the shadows on their face, where are the highlights, what colors would I use, what do I find difficult? If the lighting is good in that situation I ask if I can take a photo. Other times, like for this current series, it just evolves from past paintings. If people get something from what I make, that is amazing to me; I’d rather not spoil what they imagine with something I do not even know myself.
These pieces are a small part of my journey, there is no real end goal that I know of yet, and there isn’t a peak I see in the future.
It is very simple to me right; finish it, and make more.
-Sinclair Chase Korte
