well, I said I'd report back, it was far more challenging and left me reeling. I was thankful to have friends there. A couple of contributing factors: the presence of a former therapist, the words of other artists which left me feeling disappointed and incensed at their shallowness (my judgment) and resistance to acknowledging their place of privilege their racism. It was such a white room, although a good turn out. I liked what I said, mostly. I felt very raw throughout and I did speak far too long oh well.
Art is an amazing vehicle for expression what words cannot even begin to capture.
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