The Park Is My Church: An Interview with Kevin Couliau

Original photo by Guillaume Landry

When it comes to playground basketball photography every shooter in the last decade is essentially copying Kevin Couliau. Whether it’s standing just beyond the top of the key to capture a hoop on an empty court, exploring angles that incorporate the architectural backdrop beyond the gamelines, or globetrotting to Hong Kong, the Philippines and Africa to document emerging cultures, his influence looms large over every photo taken of a basketball court or playground hooper throughout the globe. Couliau is also a director and filmmaker, and his 2013 documentary Doin’ It In The Park, remains an influential staple in hoops documentaries.

The Nantes-born photographer never let his out-of-the-way origin isolate him from connecting with the basketball community. An ‘80s child who came up in the pre-internet era of digging, Couliau’s exposure to basketball and skateboarding in France required hunting for VHS tapes and magazines that would provide insight into the trends and evolutions of American cultures. Those influences, however, were in direct conflict with France’s club basketball system. While he appreciated the academy’s emphasis on team basketball, his coveted VHS tapes like NBA Superstars 2 and the New York City playground basketball documentary Soul In The Hole added Tim Hardaway’s push crossover and Booger Smith’s free-form flare for inventive passing to his game. And his coaches disapproved. They thought he dribbled too much, and ironically that school of thought would go extinct only a few years later with the arrival of Tony Parker in 1999.

“All the stuff I got from New York City basketball culture opened my mind to the possibilities,” he says. “The freedom of playground basketball really impacted my game. All the frustration I had in the club environment, I would get rid of it on the playground.”

Kevin Couliau: Kayonza, Rwanda

Having given up on aspirations to play professionally in France, Kevin went on more skateboarding missions with his older brother David and his friends. Nantes is big enough of a city to be a cultural hub that would draw traveling professional skaters who came with their own documentary teams. “We had guys come in to skate in our city,” he says. “American guys. British guys. They always had a camera guy; a photographer. It was something we didn’t have in basketball culture. We didn’t have a camera guy to go out and shoot us.”

It was Kevin’s first breakthrough idea: become the camera guy in basketball. His brother passed down a 35mm Canon EOS5. He took photos of his playground friends, many of which were African immigrants who, like him, found the club system stifling. He also worked as a salesman in a basketball shop. That’s how he found Bounce magazine, a playground basketball publication run by Bobbito Garcia. Bounce published Kevin’s first photo in 2004, a shot of his friend dunking in Nantes.

In the twenty years since that photo, much has changed for Couliau and for playground basketball documentation. He spent a summer in New York City documenting the culture and history of playground basketball in New York City with Bobbito Garcia which became Doin’ It In The Park. The success of that documentary led to gigs with Nike, SLAM, and the NBA. He traveled to Manila and Dakar, turning his travels into the Asphalt Chronicles zine series. He worked with the basketball non-profit Giants of Africa, and photographed Barack Obama in Kenya. He photographed Kobe Bryant on a Paris rooftop in 2018, and more recently shot portraits of Victor Wembanyama in Paris. He published a photography art book with Common Practice entitled Blacktop Memento: fragments of erosion, and has a career retrospective book with a major publisher forthcoming. Very few sports photographers have managed to transfer their work into art exhibitions. Kevin Couliau has done 12 and counting.

Many noteworthy photographers of playground basketball came well before him. Photographers like Bill Bamberger, Robin Layton, and even dating back further in history with Arthur Tress in the 1960s, William Eggleston and Pete Kuhns in the 1970s, Larry Racioppo and Dawoud Bey in the 1980s (integral to documenting David Hammons), and the artist Barkley L. Hendricks whose basketball photography would inform his paintings. One of the most iconic (and a personal favorite) is a Paul Hosefros photo of children hooping outside of a burning building in the South Bronx. However, in most of these examples the documentarian wasn’t an active participant in the culture, only an anthropological observer satisfying a curiosity of human behavior in congress. Couliau’s photography has always stood out in comparison. Beyond his ability to merge skate photography aesthetics with an attention to the architectural setting, to this day, he still communes as a player first, and then brings out his camera. The result establishes an intimacy as his subjects exude a comfort with the camera because one of their own is behind the lens.

Kevin Couliau: The Philippines

Kevin Couliau: Charenton, France

As for playground basketball documentation at large, the technological advancements in camera phones and a generational shift to TikTok, Youtube, and Instagram Reels, has democratized and globalized the movement. Couliau even credits an early Flickr account as instrumental in circulating his work. Cultural scenes are thriving in far off places like Tokyo, where Couliau has collaborated with the Ballaholic community, and in Kevin’s current home in Paris. All of which Couliau finds inspiring. As someone who watched the early 90s streetball boom lead to the And1 revolution, only to see that collapse into a decade-long vacuum, he’s thrilled to see it come back.

“Because of social media there’s a revival,” he says. “It goes from the guys playing in Paris, to the influencers in the U.S., guys trying to make a name for themselves through social media. It’s bringing a whole layer of culture we didn’t really see before.”

But, in talking to Kevin, I couldn’t help wondering if he ever thought about that brave, and radical decision at 16 years-old to forgo his professional hoops dreams and see what the playground had to offer. He says he thinks about it a lot, admitting “I have regrets.” But, even at such a young age, he carried a principled purity of values and love for basketball that continues to be his creative compass. This deep into his artistic life, it’s clear those values will remain undefeatable.

“I would have loved to play pro. I think it was a question of environment. I never wanted to play for money and I didn’t enjoy the politics of it. That’s what took me off the joy of playing pro. I always played basketball for the love of the game, for the camaraderie, the friendship. I was competitive and I’ve always been competitive, but what I love the most is playing with people I like. When I play basketball it’s important to be surrounded by people you enjoy playing with.”

The following is a lightly edited transcript of my interview with Kevin Couliau from November 2024.

The story of you meeting Bobbito through Bounce is well-documented, but what I haven’t seen is how in the hell did you even get a hold of Bounce in the first place?

We grew up in an era where you had to dig. You had to dig through vinyl and through VHS. I consumed the NBA through VHS because I didn’t have any broadcast channels. I consumed skateboarding and basketball through magazines. When the internet arrived, it was the same approach. We were digging. I was digging for everything related to streetball around the world. Obviously, I was focused on New York City because I was so passionate about the mythology.

In the shop [where I worked], one of my colleagues was doing freelance writing for a basketball magazine. A French magazine. Knowing and meeting this guy made me realize you can write for a magazine. Maybe I can do the same. Write sneaker reviews or playground reviews. Maybe we can use my photos in the magazine.

I found online that Bobbito was releasing the first issue of Bounce magazine. At first I couldn’t order it. It was sold out. I sent them a message with my first photos. That’s how we made the connection. The thing is Bobbito was familiar already. He was in a few skateboarding videos linked to New York. My brother and I knew who Bobbito was.

It’s funny. He touches so many pockets of culture. For me, growing up in Ohio, it was freestyles from the Stretch and Bobbito show ripped off Napster. He became this iconic figure among my friends simply because we would imitate his ooohhweeeee! Everybody gets there a different way. And in each of those spaces he’s the man.

Exactly. It’s incredible. I realized it even more when we were shooting Doin’ It In The Park, going to all these courts, we would arrive on some courts and they would recognize him from NBA2K if they were younger. Or from music, he’s Cucumber Slice. The old guys would know him as Bobbito the Barber. Then, you’ve got some guys knowing him streetball and playing the game. Everywhere we’d go we get layers revealed.

One of my favorite shots of yours is the Kingdome shot from above. Was that from someone’s window? A rooftop? Where did you go to get that shot?

It was on the rooftop of one of the buildings. We had a few rooftop experiences with Bobbito for Doin’ It In The Park. We were trying to get so many points of view. We managed to go into the buildings behind West 4th Street. We did the project towers at Rucker Park. This one was interesting because when we arrived on the rooftop there was the yellow tape, the police yellow tape. Just when I was about to shoot my camera, it blacked out. There was no explanation. It was like a curse tied to whatever happened up there. I switched batteries. Nothing.

Kingdome is right behind Bobbito’s house. We used to spend a lot of time at Kingdome. We knew lots of the kids that were playing there. One of them basically opened the rooftop for us. It was a pre-drone era. You had to earn your shots. It wasn’t as easy as now. Kingdome is special. It’s definitely my favorite court in New York for so many reasons.

Your work reminds me of books like Heaven Is A Playground by Rick Telender and Big Game, Small World by Alexander Wolff. The same ideas, but through photography. Did you ever get to encounter these authors who’ve done the literary work of documenting playground culture and the global reach of basketball?

Alex Wolff and Rick Telender are definitely mentors of mine. We interviewed both of them for Doin’ It In The Park. I couldn’t express enough the respect I felt for these guys. Both of them have traveled the world and written about basketball on a global scale. Especially Alex. I’m honestly walking in Alex’s steps and trying to be his eyes in some way. Trying to be a visual representation of what he has done. His books have influenced me so much. He is a pioneer. He pioneered this concept of exploring the world through basketball. This is something that has been a common thread for a lot of us basketball players who’ve been traveling.

Alex being a ball player and traveling to places like Bhutan and the Philippines before everybody else, it’s something that is not enough celebrated. He’s still as passionate as he was back then as he is today. These two guys, when I see them, they have massive respect for my work too. I’m honestly just trying to put in visuals or emotion what these guys have been writing for so long. These guys have the archaeological files on basketball that we need to now update. What has evolved since Big Game, Small World?

Is there a place in Big Game, Small World that you’ve visited specifically that was like ‘damn, this is just how Alex described it?’ or even a place that has moved well-past what Alex experienced?

The Philippines is well-described. But I think when you go there, it doesn’t even make sense for an entire country to play basketball like that. It’s just like what’s happening.

I was thumbing through your book Asphalt Chronicles: Manila today. Still feeling like it’s an impossible place.

Yeah, it doesn’t make sense. I think what I love most about traveling is that you see the game impacting communities and countries and societies in so many different ways. Honestly, that’s really what I enjoy the most. Each country brings me a different aspect of the game.

The Philippines is definitely about resilience and the do-it-yourself culture. Playing the game no matter what. It’s the most pure expression of passion for basketball. In New York there’s definitely the sense of competition. Even consumerism in some way. In Africa, there’s resilience as well, but it’s more about ambition. Overcoming rough situations and educating people in the most profound way, and the most obvious way sometimes. I think that’s why I’m so passionate. Every travel is different. It’s a privilege to be able to witness it all.

In the last five years, an Instagram community has emerged around basketball photography. What are your impressions of the community?

You’re talking to somebody who basically started this. Not started this, but I was doing this before Instagram. Other than the guys who were shooting on film in the 70s and 80s, I started shooting empty basketball courts with my Hasselblad medium format. And using the photos on Instagram. Now, you have Hypecourts and Hypebeast getting on it and it has collapsed.

You have the new trends and new photographers shooting playground basketball. Which is great, I think. The more we are the better. For me it’s less work to find more basketball courts. [laughs]

There’s a lot of people basically copying each other. Which is the problem of social media. I don’t see enough people trying to bring a new lens, a new perspective, a new treatment, use different cameras. Use large format cameras. Why not? Use 3D cameras. Use stuff that nobody has used. It’s something that needs to be done to bring a new perspective. I see guys who are about shooting the most courts in the world or aerial shots. It’s not about the numbers. It’s about why you do this? What is your message? What do you bring that is different?

The positive thing is I’ve seen guys who started in photography and now they are renovating courts, reactivating communities, and they want to do films. I think Doin’ It In The Park had a big impact on a lot of young filmmakers. We were part of the community. We were ball players. We showed all these guys to just pick up a camera and go do your film. Get on a bike with a camera in your backpack and go film.

It reminds me of being in awe of your Hong Kong photo. Then, seeing the Hong Kong photo become a simulacrum. What I will say is, you keep evolving. Blacktop Momento is such an evolution. What was the seed of that idea to zoom in?

It’s not the next phase. It’s just one component of my work. I think you and I share the same attention to details. When you play the game, the texture of the asphalt under your feet, the sound of a metal backboard, the ring of a chain net, the erosion and the rust on the hoop. All these little things are part of the culture. The more you play and explore, it’s part of the experience. Blacktop Memento was just a tribute to the asphalt and the courts in a more abstract way. I’m trying to elevate basketball photography to bring it to art galleries. To try to find the art. Fine art doesn’t care much about basketball unless you’re doing an art installation. Sport photography is not very well represented in the art world.

I’m really attached to basketball court design too. I love seeing the evolution of it. From the FIBA court to an NBA court to a playground court. These are the things that make the game special.

You develop a language that is similar to people who love different eras of architecture. You can look at a basketball hoop and know it’s in Kyoto because of the shape. You know a New York City backboard. You become obsessive over little details and it’s a great feeling to meet other people who share that obsession.

I want to do a sequel to Blacktop Memento, but only do it on backboards. I want to do Backboard Memento. Mostly about metal backboards in New York. Just to bring the textures and the rust and details, as a tribute to these historic backboards that are slowly disappearing from New York. They are the heart and soul of New York. I’m so frustrated to see them disappear from the playgrounds. I think fiberglass belongs to the indoor courts and not outdoors.

What is the origin of the mantra the park is my church?

I started shooting courts that were near churches. I had this thing where basketball was a spiritual thing. We share the same philosophy on this. I always wanted to illustrate that visually. Bobbito came up with that claim. He said, ‘Basketball is a religion. The park is my church.’ on the original pitch for Doin’ It In The Park. We did t-shirts with that. I kept it. It became my hashtag on instagram. I use it everywhere.

It was just a way to immortalize the courts and present them as sanctuaries. That’s exactly what they are for ball players. It maybe doesn’t seem universal enough because the church is a Christian thing.

Sanctuary is a long word.

True. Also because I was shooting with my medium format camera, the whole process of shooting on film, it was a spiritual thing. You take more time than you would with a digital camera. You establish a relationship with the hoop and the landscape. It reinforced the whole spiritual approach to the game and act of photography.

You get hired to travel the world. Do you still have those moments where it feels spiritual, even though it may be a commercial job?

It does. For some weird reason. Not everywhere. But some courts when you step on them, you can feel that it is or used to be an important place for a community. When I was in the Philippines in 2022, I went to this island called Siargao, which is a surfing island, but they have so many basketball courts on a small island. There was this concrete slab beat up by tropical storms and hurricanes. You could tell the court was old. There was a mystic vibe to it. There was gray concrete with lots of cracks. The herbs were growing in the middle of the cracks with big pillars around it. There was a big fire somewhere, so there was smoke. I had this feeling of a sacred place, like you would say. Some places when you go you can feel that energy and vibe. Not everywhere, but honestly I get more bored shooting action NBA games and leagues, than shooting outdoors. I think playground basketball is something I can never get bored of.

You shoot that arena and it looks the same every fucking game. It’s a replicated and controlled experience. You go to that park five times a week and each day is a different sunset and different people who show up, different clouds, whatever.

I’m a visual artist too. I try to tell stories. I tend to prefer going to a court that is damaged and has a history. I don’t like courts that are brand new. I don’t like courts that are renovated. No offense to my friends at Project Backboard. I think what’s important is to tell a story through my photos. Either from the landscape in the back, or the cracks on the ground, or the rust on the hoop, that’s what excites me. Knowing the court has been used. Battles on the court. That guys broke their knees and ankles. I see these courts as arenas for gladiators. I’m more interested in the erosion and the damage.

You had the chance to photograph Kobe Bryant on a Paris rooftop, a very iconic photo. Can you tell me about that day?

I was super lucky to be a part of that shoot. Kobe came in 2018 for two or three days. He did a youth basketball clinic with boys and girls. He was super generous. He spent all day training kids. He spoke in like five languages to different media from across Europe. Impressive. He went to a PSG [Paris Saint-Germain Football Club] training just to analyze the soccer training. He didn’t care about meeting the stars. He just wanted to learn about the training, which is so interesting.

We had this photoshoot that was planned on Le Grand Palais, which is this historic building in Paris. I wasn’t the main photographer. Cyril Masson shot the commercial stuff for Nike. I was the second knife. I honestly prefer the photos I did because they were in natural light and we had a beautiful sunset. Kobe basically walked on the rooftop. I love these photos. It’s so hard to shoot these guys outside of an NBA arena, outside of an NBA world, outside of a Nike commercial shoot. It’s really rare to have these guys, especially an icon like Kobe, in a natural setting. These photos have always been some of my favorites. They obviously became even more iconic because of the tragic accident. Sometimes as a photographer you don’t realize what you’re capturing in the moment.

It made me think a lot about when I am in these situations with high profile athletes, how to maximize my time with them to capture these moments. The Kobe shoot helped me for when I was with Obama in Kenya. I tried to take photographs that could last and weren’t marked to a specific event.

Should having a relationship with the game, being a player, be a prerequisite to being a photographer of the game?

I think so. For what I’m doing, going from playground to playground, it’s important to know the codes of the culture. By that I mean sometimes I would play with the locals before I start photographing. It’s important to get accepted by the community and try to be curious about what you're documenting. This goes for street photographers too. It’s easy to capture something and move away and don’t try to understand what you’re shooting.

Why in the Philippines do they play all day and build their own hoops? That’s something you need to investigate. Where does that come from? Why does Hong Kong have 2,500 basketball courts? This is something I’m investigating because I’m curious about that. I think that’s a different approach than someone who is just a basketball fan. I’ve never done this for the likes or to build an audience. The audience came naturally. It’s important to be true to yourself. As a basketball player, I know how the game has impacted my life. I think it has helped me build the body of work I’ve built throughout the years.

All photography was used with permission from Kevin Couliau and is not permitted for further use. Follow Kevin Couliau on Instagram.


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Meandering Reflections On A Year of Basketball, Art, and Writing (2024)

The human body sheds. It’s just not as dramatic as a snake or cicada. On a seven year cycle our bodies shed a layer of skin cells. I try not to take this biological transformation for granted. In 2019, I interviewed jazz musician Shabaka Hutchings. He explained his decision to quit the saxophone and dedicate his creative life to the flute as part of his African ontology, which culturally and spiritually requires “you’ve got to sacrifice something if you’re going to make the transition from one stage of your life to another.” Shedding old skin isn’t entirely left to biology. Some cultures believe we have to earn our transformations through sacrifice.

Shabaka said he’d been planning for his 40th year of life as a significant turning point. He’d planned for a coalescence of the elements of his life to coincide with turning 40. It struck me because I’d also be 40 in 2024. What was I doing in preparation? Reviewing how I lived in 2024, there’s an understanding that the progress I made, the ways in which I pushed myself and made myself available to possibilities, might not see results for another two to three years. Do the math and that’s when I’ll have shed my next full layer of skin cells. When I heard Shabaka talk of preparation for 40 it rattled me at first. But, perhaps my preparation was less deliberate. I hesitate to call it instinctual. There’s a part of me that remains deeply and comically oblivious to my own nature. I’ve matured and made adjustments that feel more coincidental with turning 40.

I think sacrifice is too strong of a word to ever be applied to my life. I’ll let others choose to use it if they ever see fit.

Maybe I was listening to the wind when I launched Sacred five years ago. It does feel that way. I’ve always said I created Sacred after being inspired by a zine fair in Sacramento. Seeing a warehouse gallery full of zine makers who weren’t waiting for permission from publishers, but applied their merit and ingenuity to produce a publication, some hardbound, others sewn together with string, woke me up. The paradigm is shifting and it’s a bit fool-minded to expect the legacy institutions to find us and support us. Their design is exploitative. It is mining by another name. Each person can become their greatest resource if they teach themselves the tools of self-sufficiency and then protect that energy. It’s not guaranteed to work, and it has varying degrees of success (trust me there), but the feeling of being purely responsible to yourself is a form of freedom. Sacred is a form of freedom. It is neither financially empowering, nor financially ruining me, but currently that’s not the priority. The priority is for it to exist, evolve, and move without limitation—to see how deep the rabbit hole goes.

Being in my mid-30s and feeling as though I’d wasted valuable time was colliding with a growing understanding that no one was going to hand me a book deal. I never wanted to be a 20-something prodigy who found youthful success. I always understood writing as a patient long-game. Everyone I admired found their voice and breakthroughs in their 30s, if not decades later. I read more Henry Miller in his mid-50s than Miller at 43 when his first book Tropic of Cancer was published after two prior failed attempts. My best work will always be ahead of me. (And I feel that should go for all of us.) But, I also felt an inertia in my mid-30s that scared me. That feeling was essentially: get fucking serious because you don’t have forever.

I never thought I’d be playing basketball at 40. At. All. The last time I saw my dad play basketball was an alumni tournament; at 45, out there having not played meaningful ball in months, possibly a year, and he tore his ACL. I remember my mom chastising him that he had no business being out there. In the NBA that feeling of the game passing you up comes much earlier. It’s not tennis-young, but professional basketball has long been a young man’s game where the vets retire at 32 (a study by RBC Wealth Management puts the median age of retirement at 28). It’s only recently that players like Vince Carter have challenged Robert “The Chief” Parish’s legacy of playing until age 43. I doubt we’ll get an honest answer out of Lebron James when it comes to whether he expected to be in the league at 40. Lebron has an artful way of curating thoughtfulness that I don’t always trust. I’ll be checking his media interviews as we near his birthday on December 30. But, given that we’re both ‘84 babies from Ohio, I’ll be paying attention. Maybe he’ll surprise me.

In my interview this year with Hanif Abdurraqib, a fellow Ohioan and ‘84 baby, we discussed the parallels between hooping at 40, moving with new limitations while still desiring discovery, and being a writer, to which he offered the following:

I started so late. I didn’t start writing until 2012. I didn’t start taking it seriously. I hope I’m always finding new ways to do the work. Finding new ways to stay focused on the work. I do think in terms of inventiveness and risk taking, my relationship with aging has led me to be, I think, a writer who is more invested in saying I don’t have forever. The amount of time I have is not permanent. So I have to work as though I’m seeking something I’ve never seen before every time.

There’s a part of high school basketball that I cannot stomach: “hold basketball.” It’s the excruciating experience of watching kids be instructed by fearful coaches to run out the clock with a marginal lead and plenty of time on the game clock. Three minutes to go, five point lead, and the guards stand idol near half court. That type of inertia backfires. Sometimes you’ve got to keep playing, keep your rhythm, and keep the opposition on its heels. Even if it’s an upset situation. The ball finds energy and your team is operating on an energy deficit should you give up the lead. Hold Basketball in adulthood looks like running out the clock on a job you loathe every Friday of every year until you’ve reached a mandated milestone for retirement. When I think about writing in my 20s outside the journalistic jobs I held, the rest, the personal essay pursuits felt like Hold Basketball. I think that’s largely what changed five years ago. Prior to Sacred, I was holding the ball under the assumption that I’d win in the long run. Truthfully I was depriving myself of finding energy.

I don’t know if I’d call my decision to dedicate part of my writing practice to Sacred a sacrifice yet. I think the word “part” is profoundly operative. I’m still a music journalist. Today, in a small way, I proved I could interweave those two practices. Next year perhaps I’ll find news ways to align the two practices. Maybe it will take a decade. What I do know is that I feel activated when I’m writing, just like I feel activated when I’m playing pick-up. I hope to keep doing both well into old age. Or, with basketball, at least until I’m 46 so I can surpass my old man.

I’ll leave you with one more unpublished quote:

As an artist, you’ve got to do the thing that activates you the most. It might not even make sense in the short term. But at some stage, in the grand scheme of things it will make complete sense. It's a sacrifice… you’ve got to sacrifice something if you’re going to make the transition from one stage of your life to another.

- excerpt from an interview with Shabaka Hutchings


Uncommon Route: The Art & Basketball Life of Najja Moon

Miami-based artist Najja Moon stands on her mural basketball court smiling and holding a rolled cigarette

For 15 years, Najja Moon avoided basketball. The Miami-based artist and cultural practitioner, assumed life after college demanded practicality rather than an ongoing practice of basketball and art. By finding her community in non-traditional spaces, Moon is now making work that fulfills her two greatest passions. Her merger of art and basketball has even taken on a spiritual and community-based practice built from a desire to connect her past to her present. On the eve of opening her mural court titled Uncommon Routes at Legion Park in Miami, FL, Moon admits her journey back to basketball was itself uncommon.

“I got here as someone who the only thing they ever wanted to do was play basketball,” she says.

Now, approaching 38, art has brought Moon back to basketball. Her exploration of concepts like living life as practice—a lifestyle born from her “Aesthetics of Mobility” project with GeoVanna Gonzalez from 2020—and directional drawings played influential roles. Although she’s not pretending that putting on a little pandemic weight didn’t play a role too. “I want to look in the mirror and feel hot again,” she admits with a laugh. But as Moon, a queer Black woman, added a shooting workout to her weight training she says it quickly became deeper than that. She played half-court threes. Then full court fives. Now she has her own women’s run, which she’s cleverly bonded to her art practice.

“The way I was able to connect with a community of folks that love the game like me again,” she says. “The way it helped me understand my marketing [work] and my art practice better, were all things I hadn’t planned for or anticipated when I decided I had to get in the gym.”

Moon emphasized finding basketball again because as a teenager raised in Durham, North Carolina, she played organized ball and even invented plays as sketches in her notebook. She fantasized about her teammates running her plays. She played Division II ball at Pfeiffer University where she became one of four students to receive the school’s inaugural art degree. Like most college athletes, Moon had to think about life after basketball. Being in a village outside Charlotte was not attracting WNBA scouts, nor was it offering connections to art institutions. Looking back she knows the circumstances were instrumental in her uncommon journey, even if it led to an abandonment of basketball for 15 years.

“When I didn’t have to do two-a-days anymore… I did not,” she says. Her avoidance reflected a loss of love. The rigor of a college athlete had damaged her relationship. Her life after basketball started with a move to Miami, Florida in 2009.

She focused on commercial work in films and advertising, crafting her own circuitous, yet creative lane. Designing marketing collateral led to an aesthetic discovery that emphasized instructional movement with lines, curvature, and arrows. The designs felt like an extension of her playbook inventions. She describes the process and practice as Memory Work; her lines of movement tell a story from her past, even if the viewer may never be able to fully interpret her memory. Often viewers told Moon their interpretations. She took note of references to John Cage’s sheet music and dance choreography notation.

Najja Moon, “Untitled”

“I started to understand [my aesthetic] as a bigger extension of my experience as an athlete, as a kid who has musicians as parents,” she says. “And so I started to widen the way I thought about making things.”

One step in that extension was Najja Moon’s living life as practice concept. It’s a recognition that the idea of “off the clock” is a capitalistic paradigm that can be ignored. For Moon, all waking life is on the clock.

The concept took shape in 2020 with her collaborative Aesthetics of Mobility project with then-partner and artist GeoVanna Gonzalez. By building a tiny home inside a moving truck, their project explored a liberated lifestyle from a housing system that drains both financial flexibility and personal time. The project asked: How would that change their habits and well-being? Moon remains aesthetically mobile, uncommonly off-the-grid still. She bought a new van and designed the interior to include the essentials to a lifestyle with little separation between art and home life.

“I just feel like if going to the gym is part of my art practice and helps me take better care of my body and is an opportunity for me to hang out with my friends, why is that not amazing?” she asks. “Why can’t all the things in my life be like that? I live in my van. It is my living space. It is an architectural sculptural object, if you will. And it helps me get to where I’m going. That is a mark of success for me. If I can do multiple things at once.”

Striving for multiplicity has defined Moon’s practice. An ink on paper drawing becomes a pebble in a pond. The tide ripples represent sound recordings, choreography, and short films. Take Moon’s “Corners and Alleyways are Landmarks too i” and “There is no separation attempt 1-4” drawings for example. Both are built from Memory Work; the lines are personal and narrate memories both on and off the court. But, when her directional strokes were interpreted as resembling notations and instructions, she expanded her drawings into actual choreography and hymnal sheet music. Moon filmed friends performing the basketball choreography and enlisted musicians to play the hymns as the score, which she turned into a short film called The Huddle Is A Prayer Circle. Her childhood dream of getting her friends to execute her invented plays came true.

“I was thinking about this place of worship and how the pulpit is almost like a stage where this person performs and inspires people,” she says. “It has the same energy that you get in an arena.”

Still from Moon’s The Huddle Is A Prayer Circle film

The Huddle Is A Prayer Circle is one of two ongoing, directly basketball-influenced works in Najja Moon’s body of work. The other is her parafictional WNBA team The Miami Vis. Both projects inquire into Moon’s idea of basketball as a faith-based practice. With Prayer Circle, she conjures memories of Durham to build a world in which the pulpit in a baptist church—where her mother is a minister—and Duke’s Cameron Indoor Stadium are one in the same.

“I think about these moments in church where people come up to the front and hold hands and ask if there are any prayer requests. So much of the choreography of that experience mimics [basketball] after they introduce the starting five, everybody coming back together in a circle, and the coach giving his sermon, if you will. I think the goals of that prayer in church and that pregame speech are the same. To inspire. To motivate confidence.”

As she waits on finishing touches for The Huddle Is A Prayer Circle before its public debut, Moon remains active in building more basketball worlds. While studying the painter Ernie Barne, a fellow Durham native, she noticed similarities between his elongated forms and the gestures in her mark making. She wondered “is there something about being from this place where music and faith and sport intersect that we kinda stretch things this way?” The result is Moon’s logo for her parafictional WNBA team The Miami Vis. After creating the team branding, Moon wanted the Vis to actually exist beyond her imagination.

“I was like what would it look like to build a basketball organization for adults that still take this shit seriously, that love to hoop, but also have a life?”, she says.

At its core, its a pick-up group for women seeking adult cardio, maybe hit a happy hour together, and stay bonded to a basketball community. On the parafictional side, all participants have an organizational role with the Vis. Her current partner, marketing professional Jaki Goldner, is team CEO. Much like a WNBA franchise, they have rec players from a men’s league that they scrimmage and refer to as their “practice squad.” A chance encounter with Andre Drummond, who trained in Miami in the off-season, led to him agreeing to be their parafictional head coach last summer. Moon even has an ex-WNBA player on the team; Matee Ajavon. This past WNBA All-Star Weekend several of the Vis traveled to Phoenix, AZ where they played womens’ pick-up group the Phoenix Queer Hoopers at an event the teams dubbed The Hungover Classic. The courtside coolers were filled with Gatorade and champagne bottles.

Set to open December 9, theUncommon Routes basketball court is Moon’s largest—in physical scale—project to date. The title for the mural court came from researching Miami Heat All-Star Jimmy Butler. His noteworthy journey from community college to mid-major at Marquette University to drafted 30th in the 2011 NBA Draft to one of the most recognized faces and a perennial postseason threat in the league resonated with Moon. Made in partnership with non-profit Project Backboard, donut shop The Salty, and Butler’s BIGFACE Coffee, a brand that embraces the term uncommon as a testament to Butler’s unconventional path and personality, Moon’s court leaned into the uncommon idea knowing she could describe her own route to becoming a full-time artist as “weird,” i.e. untypical.

Moon doesn’t want to sound woo woo about speaking things into existence, but the last few years of merging basketball with art and the energy she’s experienced around world-building on those ideas has warmed her to the notion. When asked if she feels her imaginative world building has shifted into community building, she pushes back.

“For me, maybe those are similar,” she says. “When I think about world-building, it is a real world. How can you imagine alternatives that feel more open to myself and others, that feel more free, less restrictive? I think as bleak and scary as it can seem outside right now, it’s important that our imagination is allowing us to construct other possibilities.”


Stay locked in with Najja Moon on her Instagram. Special thanks to Project Backboard and Common Practice for supporting this work.


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