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Ariel R Jackson
Brooklyn, NY

ARTIST STATEMENT: My work is a process of developing self-referential, allegorical narratives with alter-egos as main characters navigating a media landscape in resistance against media imagery and language selection to describe my reality as a woman of color in America. I explore dislocating found imagery and redefining them with multi-faceted allegorical functions and meanings to reveal the intersection of race, gender and class. I look for imagery that either expands my sense of agency or marginalizes it looking to interrelate the two in reflection of the process of media exposure and its effects in regards to marginalized people in America.

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TRT : 4:17 minutes 3-D compositing - Godfrey Hibbert Performed at : The New School "AfroFuturism Conference" May 2015 The Bronx Museum "Bronx Calling: AIM Biennial Exhibition" July 2015 The Bruce High Quality Foundation Open Studios July 2015

Running Time: 4:18 min. June 2015 A collage documentation of a video installation titled "BAM aka By Any Means" a video featuring my alter-ego Lil Lil teaching my other alter-ego Confuserella how to get from point A to point B by any means necessary. Confuserella is caught in a cultural desire to make it to point B. After failed attempts she seeks guidance with Lil Lil. He shares his experience of not being able to pass over the eyeline and gaining advice from the elders who founded B.A.M. inc. a company whose mission is to provide guidance and reassurance to those traveling from point A to point B.

Original Time : 7:30 min. 2013 Installation, Video, Stop Motion Animation, Greenscreen "How can we protect our colors so we don't have to give them to somebody else?"Confuserella dislocates herself in order to answer this question after experiencing a natural disaster.

5:14 min. 2012 This video was screened on Manhattan Neighborhood Network's Public Access Television on Tuesday 10/18 at 8pm on Channel 34 as part of a group project led by the artist Mary Walling Blackburn. ( ) Below are some responses via email to the video: Dear Confuserella, You ask the impossible--to request that a living breathing figure (myself) to aid a fictional character (Confuserella). I could only perform a kind of help, as if you were a god or a ghost and a ritual moved between us. The ritual would have to be prescribed by culture. Which culture? The culture of aliens? An internet culture? American Culture? A Stranger Culture? Do you, in the guise of Confurealla, like Jean Luc Nancy speaks of, ask for an Impossible Love--something that cannot be given because it is not ours to give? What happens if I deny you? Do we lose faith in one another? ---------------------------------- In this culture, I am read as a white person and I have received those benefits (of a doubt, And then some). There is a bad legacy of Whites assuming what African-Americans needed; there is a terrible history of Caucasians telling everyone else what to do. Perhaps, I wonder if I join that legacy. But does Confuserella make her request as a galactic alien or does this request come from something more complicated then that, more ambivalent...where race and alien-ation are hand in hand? I think so. So I skirt this. I ask what is the path between strangers. I also move to the side and wonder how this alien negotiates class in black communities. Does she and her cohorts watch "Love and Basketball" (2000) and know that they are the trash whore girlfriends the upper-class african-american mothers are worried will trap their sons? Does an alien care about class? Does an alien have a vagina? How galactic is Confuserella? Or is being poor the other world that is masked in this Prodigal space fantasy? I say prodigal because I imagine she returns home one day. To be buried in foreign soil. I know. I skirt. ---------------------------------- Hey girl! No need to fit in down here, we are lost souls. Your people are what we use to be before we were corrupted. Our culture was strong before the invaders came, the colonizers came, the Arabs came. Africa, much like your home planet was our motherland, the place of origins, of hope and great civilization. It is up to you to restore this legacy and bring Afrikans around the planet into their true light, to have pride in their heritage and legacy, to be recognized for their achievements. Understand that black people down here are LOST, show them the way! Peace. ---------------------------------- Hello! I would like to know more about your home country and its customs and exact location. It seemed weird to me that you were speaking exactly like the way some of us speak in America and I wanted to know if your accent was something you acquired from home or if its something you have been working on since you got here to fit in. I also want to mention that the problems you are facing still exist for minorities across the world. Not just blacks in america, but Indians, Latinos, Native Americans, Asians, Persians, etc. We all coexist in a world that is fighting against itself to become one. I was listening to a radiolab episode just the other day and I figure this might help you develop your own opinion about this thing we call race here:


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