Jordan Weber

To the degree that art expresses the zeitgeist, and that right now everything everywhere is a terrible, stupid dumpster fire of fear, loathing, and depression, then NO Gallery has a show for the times. Don’t Just Do Something, Sit There presents divergent works by three artists -- Jesse Draxler, Jordan Weber, and Mark Mulroney -- which achieve common ground in the mucky terrain of mental breakdown, demon-hunting, and gallows humor. It’s perfect, really.

In his now seminal text, Between the World and Me, Ta-nehisi Coates issues an urgent plea regarding the relationship between the state and the black body. “You must always remember,” he writes addressing his teenage son, “ that the sociology, the history, the economics, the graphs, the charts, the regressions all land, with great violence upon the body.”

Amid an almost overwhelming display of bold and provocative imagery, your eye is drawn to what appears to be a partially deconstructed police car with young plants growing out of the back seat where custodies would be transported.

Jordan Weber doesn’t call himself a street artist anymore. The term’s overused. Overrated. Over-commodified, he says.