The Adventures of Confuserella

Confuserella is a grayzonian from the Panfrikan galaxy, whose inhabitants’ livelihood of farming colors have been affected by the blues exposing her to question her role in her community in ways she has never considered before. Notes, Inspirations, Events and Works manifested and collected via the process of developing a self-referential world to explore my relationship with communal responsibility and individualism. www.arielrenejackson.com

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#mood

[manufactoriel]

Them (2015), by Oscar Murillo

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Photo of my video installation "B.A.M. Aka By Any Means Inc." on view at @arlingtonartscenter in Virginia (right outside of DC) as part of the "Strange Landscape" show curated by @blair.e.murphy and @karynwmiller (at Arlington Arts Center)

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One the collages #momateens made 💕✨

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At @themuseumofmodernart with @bhqfu teaching kids how to use collage to weave their personal narratives with politics. #staywoke #stayfree 💕 these kids are the truth! (at MoMA The Museum of Modern Art)

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Singing and dancing the blues away "shake it like a Polaroid picture!" #BHQFUBF #blacklives

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One of three color plants. Crop in the making #inthestudio (at Wave Hill)

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Willow Smith <3

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Cutting and organizing colors @wavehill #vanlierfellowship #confuserella (at Wave Hill)

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In the studio @wavehill talking about my archeological dig into my family's farming history and how I'm using fabric, text and sculpture to engage with history and memory. 📸 by the lovely @danni_sh 💕 (at Wave Hill)

[sonofbaldwin]

“Decades after Baldwin’s death in 1987, what I found left behind in his house was something similar to what I saw as we waded through my grandfather’s house after it had burned down. In both houses, I found mail strewn in dirt piles in rooms that no longer had doors or windowpanes, and entryways nailed over to prevent trespassers like us. In each case, someone had clearly forced entry in order to drink beer. In Baldwin’s house, the scattered, empty beer cans were recent additions, as were the construction postings from a company tasked with tearing it down. So that nothing would remain. No remembrance of the past. In both places there was not even the sense that a great man had once lived there.

James Baldwin lived in his house for more than 25 years, and all that was left were half a dozen pink teacups and turquoise saucers buried by the house’s rear wall, a chipped fresco on a crumbling wall, and orange trees that were heavy with fruit bitter and sharp to the taste. We see Baldwin’s name in connection to the present condition more often than we see Faulkner’s, Whitman’s, or Thoreau’s. But we can visit the houses and places where they lived and imagine how their geography shaped them and our collective vocabulary. By next year, Baldwin’s house will just be another private memory for those who knew it.

I do not know if I will ever see his house again. If I will be able to pull sour oranges from his trees and wonder if they were so bitter when he lived there. But I do know that Baldwin died a black death.”

- Rachel Kaadzi Ghansah, “The Weight of James Arthur Baldwin” http://www.buzzfeed.com/rachelkaadzighansah/the-weight-of-james-arthur-baldwin-203#.wgV9ZwrVeL

(H/T Josie Pickens)

[Photo description: Indoors. A black and white photo. James Baldwin sits at a table. He is facing the camera. His left hand raised in a flourish. He is looking at an unseen person or object toward the left. There is a coffee pot, cup and saucer and other glassware on the table in front of him. Behind him, a fireplace, photographs, and other personal effects and accessories.]

[communityfutureslab]

@afrofuturistaffair / @blackquantumfuturism temporal disturbance machines in #OctaviasAttic exhibition curated by @octaviasattic and @sflivewormsgallery in #sanfrancisco ! Exhibition is up through March 2, with performances this weekend including a poetry reading by @moormothergoddess (at SF Live Worms Gallery)

[confuserella-blog]

Finally moved into my studio at Wavehill. 🤗 (at Wave Hill)

[futurism-media]

Artwork by Patrick Woodroffe

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[blackquantumfuturism]

Time is not its own, pre-fabricated entity in the [traditional Indigenous] African consciousness. It is a component of events, and an experience that can be created, produced, saved, or retrieved. Life is made up of events, and events are defined by certain relationships, patterns, and rhythms.

Rasheedah Phillips,Constructing a Theory and Practice of Black Quantum Futurism, Pt. 1, Black Quantum Futurism Theory & Practice Vol. I,  (2015)

[ambertamm]

harvesting rosemary .

[dykeactivities]

are you a space nonbinary or a nature nonbinary

[freddiebeg]

porque no los dos?