NohJ Coley continues with his seemingly ceaseless drive to bring his work to the streets, from Los Angeles for BSA’s “Street Art Saved My Life”, to Brooklyn, then off to Albany for the Living Walls Festival, and finally back to Brooklyn once again. His latest large-scale works of latex on craft paper appear to be exploring family issues and dynamics, from home life to the obligatory family vacation.
Noh J Coley’s newest installation – appropriately titled Suicidal Tendencies – is weird and dark. In a good way.
Strange times we’re living in.
While many street artists are home, hibertating for the winter, NohJColey has maintained a increasingly interesting output of actual art on the street. His most recent is his first interactive public work, and features a jointed arm that can be controled by a rod attached to the left side. The imagry of this piece appears to be ripe with commentary on consumerism, false beauty, and greed – complete with a still from the Vince Vaughn and Jon Favreau mob movie Made.
Cats of Greenpoint, beware! There is a new predator in town, in the form of NohJ Coley’s latest wheatpaste. I was so surprised and intrigued by this image of a cat eating woman that I just had to ask the artist what was going on here. This is what he had to say:
“The piece is about a women who essentially lures cats in to eventually eat them. I guess the moral is that things are never what they appear to be. Sometimes things seem to be exactly what you crave, but in the end it consumes you.”
Whenever I see a new piece of work by NohJ Coley, I can’t help but to ask him about the story behind the art. His explanations are often deeply personal and always fascinating. When I asked him about his most recent piece, this is what he had to say:
“The piece is basically about a career criminal that has passed away in a bank robbery gone wrong. His black and white top is a reminder of his many years spent in correctional facilities. His right hand has been disconnected from what was an arm representing the Islamic form of punishment for stealing. The one thousand and twenty seconds in the digital clock are the seventeen minutes that are left until the next dynamite explosion.”