Noël-David LeGrant Jr.

As the child of an African American soldier who stayed in a broken Germany in the late nineties and became a cinema technician in the Kassel Arthouse Cinemas and a student at the time who worked through her inner world by painting, my role is reflected between instinctive prejudices and communicative intelligence...

" I use art around the things we don't want to see, hear or feel and bring them into a pleasant light "

Zitat: Noël-David LeGrant Jr.


  • Foreword

    An inner revolution is rarely silent. It is born of loss, grief, and resistance – the labor pains of an artist’s becoming. Noël-David is not the outcome of a straight, polished biography, but of ruptures, fractures, and an unrelenting search for truth – within himself and within the world.



    Western, Privileged, Provocative

    I am the child of an African-American soldier who stayed in a fractured Germany in the late ’90s – stranded between belonging and exile, eventually finding work as a projectionist in Kassel’s arthouse cinemas. My mother, then a student, painted as a way of ordering her own fragile world, as if each canvas could silence the noise inside her mind.

    My identity is a balancing act: shaped by instinctive prejudice yet fueled by a communicative intelligence that questions what others accept. In a world riddled with systemic dominance, my art exists between documentation and rebellion, between dissection and raw emotion.

    My work is not an aesthetic promise but a seismographic record of human brutalism. It challenges western-born narratives that romanticize destruction and glorify a society obsessed with its own self-sabotage. Each piece is both fragment and mirror, an attempt and a refusal, a confrontation with a culture that would rather worship its pain than heal it.



    Master / Slave

    The series Master/Slave emerged from the memories of a man, freshly released from the “Healing House,” trudging through the outskirts of a city governed by lobbyists, clutching a battered bundle of newspapers. A paperboy without youth, without the luxury of a promised future, each step a muted scream against the machinery that devoured him.

    His story is no martyr’s myth. It is a desperate diary of the illusion of freedom, of the quiet workings of racism – floating like dust in the air, invisible yet inhaled – and of the fleeting intimacy between humans searching for warmth in a frozen world, knowing they may burn in the attempt.

    These works offer no answers. They are open windows, letting in the winds of conflict, survival, and the unrelenting tension between power and powerlessness.



    Afterword

    There are too many individuals in this world to keep dreaming of being the main character. Noël-David is no hero, no prophet, no savior. He is a witness to pain, a seeker amid the noise.

    The birth of an artist is not an event but a continuous rupture – an endless becoming, a fight for identity, for freedom, for humanity.
    And perhaps, when all else fades, what remains is the uncompromising need to testify – even if no one is listening.