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      <journal-meta>
         <journal-id journal-id-type="DOAJ">15041611</journal-id>
         <journal-title-group>
            <journal-title>Voices: A World Forum for Music Therapy</journal-title>
         </journal-title-group>
         <issn>1504-1611</issn>
         <publisher>
            <publisher-name>GAMUT - Grieg Academy Music Therapy Research Centre (NORCE &amp;
               University of Bergen)</publisher-name>
         </publisher>
      </journal-meta>
      <article-meta>
         <article-id pub-id-type="doi">10.15845/voices.v21i1.3048</article-id>
         <article-categories>
            <subj-group subj-group-type="heading">
               <subject>Position paper</subject>
            </subj-group>
         </article-categories>
         <title-group>
            <article-title>Out of Abstraction</article-title>
            <subtitle>Merging Experience, Theory, and Praxis as Black Art Therapists</subtitle>
         </title-group>
         <contrib-group>
            <contrib contrib-type="author">
               <name>
                  <surname>Amaral</surname>
                  <given-names>Leah Ashanti</given-names>
               </name>
               <xref ref-type="aff" rid="L_Amaral"/>
               <address>
                  <email>leah.a.amaral@gmail.com</email>
               </address>
            </contrib>
            <contrib contrib-type="author">
               <name>
                  <surname>Tesfaye</surname>
                  <given-names>Johanna</given-names>
               </name>
               <xref ref-type="aff" rid="J_Tesfaye"/>
            </contrib>
         </contrib-group>
         <aff id="L_Amaral"><label>1</label>graduate alumnus of the Art Therapy &amp; Counseling
            Department, School of the Art Institute, USA</aff>
         <aff id="J_Tesfaye"><label>2</label>graduate student in the Art Therapy &amp; Counseling
            Department, School of the Art Institute, USA</aff>
         <contrib-group>
            <contrib contrib-type="editor">
               <name>
                  <surname>Norris</surname>
                  <given-names>Marisol</given-names>
               </name>
            </contrib>
            <contrib contrib-type="editor">
               <name>
                  <surname>Williams</surname>
                  <given-names>Britton</given-names>
               </name>
            </contrib>
            <contrib contrib-type="editor">
               <name>
                  <surname>Gipson</surname>
                  <given-names>Leah</given-names>
               </name>
            </contrib>
         </contrib-group>
         <contrib-group>
            <contrib contrib-type="reviewer">
               <name>
                  <surname>Bohanan</surname>
                  <given-names>Veronica</given-names>
               </name>
            </contrib>
            <contrib contrib-type="reviewer">
               <name>
                  <surname>Stevens</surname>
                  <given-names>Adam</given-names>
               </name>
            </contrib>
         </contrib-group>
         <pub-date pub-type="pub">
            <day>20</day>
            <month>4</month>
            <year>2021</year>
         </pub-date>
         <volume>21</volume>
         <issue>1</issue>
         <history>
            <date date-type="received">
               <day>1</day>
               <month>4</month>
               <year>2020</year>
            </date>
            <date date-type="accepted">
               <day>17</day>
               <month>1</month>
               <year>2021</year>
            </date>
         </history>
         <permissions>
            <copyright-statement>Copyright: 2021 The Author(s)</copyright-statement>
            <copyright-year>2021</copyright-year>
            <license license-type="open-access"
               xlink:href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/">
               <license-p>This is an open-access article distributed under the terms of the
                     <uri>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/</uri>, which permits
                  unrestricted use, distribution, and reproduction in any medium, provided the
                  original work is properly cited.</license-p>
            </license>
         </permissions>
         <self-uri xlink:href="https://voices.no/index.php/voices/article/view/3048"
            >https://voices.no/index.php/voices/article/view/3048</self-uri>
         <abstract>
            <p>This paper describes a collaborative self-reflexive practice using art-making,
               personal experience, womanist performance pedagogy (WPP), the Black Arts Movement,
               and poetry as the starting material for inquiry. Through arts-based inquiry, we
               reflected on our practice and Black personhood as art therapists, artists, and
               activists. We investigated the concepts of therapeutic and professional space in
               three areas: negotiating identity, co-creating our therapeutic practice, and making
               alternatives. We utilized the seven characteristics of WPP proposed by Khalilah Ali
               in her dissertation ‘For Us Poetry is Not a Luxury’: A Case Study of Six Black Women
               Artist-Educator-Activists as a framework, while drawing from care and healing
               practices from the Black Arts Movement, and using poetry as material. We merge our
               experience, theory, and action through this collaborative, self-reflexive,
               exploratory investigation, to better understand how to cultivate subversion and
               challenge the power structures and systems that we navigate on a daily basis. Our
               interest in this topic derived from the two alternative spaces that we created during
               our time as art therapy students: BIPOC Makespace and Sister Circle. We realized that
               our starting point does not always have to be in relation to whiteness, critiquing
               whiteness, or talking about our experiences in relation to oppression that has
               happened in our education. This paper is giving us the opportunity to choose our own
               starting point and material to investigate, putting Black knowledge, experience, and
               praxis at the center.</p>
         </abstract>
         <kwd-group kwd-group-type="author-generated">
            <kwd>Black</kwd>
            <kwd>Experiential</kwd>
            <kwd>Arts-Based Inquiry</kwd>
            <kwd>Black Art Therapist</kwd>
            <kwd>Art Therapy</kwd>
            <kwd>Poetry</kwd>
         </kwd-group>
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         <title>Introduction</title>
         <p>The following text is an experimental writing project that chronicles the authors’ art
            therapy schooling, internship, and work experiences. The authors engaged in
            collective-reflectivity and memory mapping over the course of a year as a means to build
            community and witness each other’s understanding of place and worlds. We have been
            intentional about creating experimental spaces of care for ourselves and the different
            communities that we are a part of. This essay is a collage of documentary materials,
            which include the transcripts of dialogues in these care spaces, personal journal
            entries, poetry, photos (Figures 1-11), and private conversations with Black women.
            Through the production of interwoven text, the authors interpret multiple meanings and
            values that emerge from sustained dialogue and the collective knowing of Black women’s
            sacred work and existence.</p>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>Room erupts in laughter. </verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>D. Swan: I don’t have to explain it further. But, if someone nodded their
               head at me, and I … and they’re like … y’all get it. And that’s who I need to, get
               it. And not everyone needs to try to understand what I’m trying to say. And I think
               that’s when I’m like I came to that “smart enough, thoughtful enough, strong enough”
               thing. Because we are thoughtful enough and we are smart enough, and it’s not our job
               to make sure or to prove that to anyone else. You know? </verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>Umoja: The bitterness, the bitterness. </verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>The room erupts in laughter</verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>Someone says mmmmmmm</verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>Laughter fills the room</verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>Participants make mmmmm sound.</verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>D. Swan: I’m going to go do my dream, my job, you don’t know me. You don’t
               know what I’m trying to do with this. </verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>The room fills with laughter. </verse-line>
            <attrib>(<xref ref-type="bibr" rid="A2019b">Amaral, 2019b, p. 8</xref>)</attrib>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>A said the community can smell fear and hesitation, which could mean be
               assertive or confident instead. Which was funny considering “How to act in the
               unknown”, was to get familiar.</verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>“Fake it till you make it” A said.</verse-line>
            <attrib>(A. Winters, personal communication, February 19, 2020)</attrib>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>We feel sad, and a little guilty, but </verse-line>
            <verse-line>We wanted to fight the school</verse-line>
            <verse-line>And then we made us want to fight the school</verse-line>
            <verse-line>And then we were tired</verse-line>
            <verse-line>And then we were sad</verse-line>
            <verse-line>And then we was tired</verse-line>
            <verse-line>And then we thought about how</verse-line>
            <verse-line>This couldn't be another space where we were reminded of our commodified
               existence</verse-line>
            <verse-line>So we changed it up</verse-line>
            <verse-line>And our friends came to visit</verse-line>
            <verse-line>And shared their skills</verse-line>
            <verse-line>And we became a group</verse-line>
            <verse-line>And then the money ran out</verse-line>
            <verse-line>And they took away our space</verse-line>
            <verse-line>So now we exist </verse-line>
            <verse-line>In a group chat</verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>We feel sad, and a little guilty, but </verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>we get agitated thinking about it now. </verse-line>
            <verse-line>we run into members every once in the while</verse-line>
            <verse-line>we all stay in touch</verse-line>
            <verse-line>But mostly we confess our capacity. </verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>And whose capacity should be tested? Is tested? Is questioned?</verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>Your candle-making, dog-petting, aromatherapy sessions are sad attempts to
               disappear the language for our anger, and distract us from holding you accountable
               for our demise<sup><xref ref-type="fn" rid="ftn1">1</xref></sup>
            </verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line><italic>I wanted to strangle the guide as if he were the original guide. It
                  took all my will.</italic></verse-line>
            <attrib>(<xref ref-type="bibr" rid="B2017">Brand, 2017, p. 43</xref>)</attrib>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>We grieve what could be</verse-line>
            <verse-line>What may never be </verse-line>
            <verse-line>We grieve the memories that were never created </verse-line>
            <verse-line>But push, we push through </verse-line>
            <verse-line>We organize </verse-line>
            <verse-line>We decolonize </verse-line>
            <verse-line>We continue to hold space and demand accountability</verse-line>
            <verse-line>We work without rest</verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>“No one is ever transported to a perfect world where all problems are
               solved, where the past is over, and where the future is all sweet perfection neatly
               organized according to nicely-sounding-on-paper rules” (<xref ref-type="bibr"
                  rid="GD2004">Gordon &amp; Davis, 2004, p. 196</xref>). </verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>What if we started from the space beyond this, like imagining it, living it,
               and bringing it to life.</verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line><italic>Yet in the rooms the guide was irrelevant, the gods woke up and we
                  felt pity for them, and affection and love; they felt happy for us, we were still
                  alive.</italic></verse-line>
            <attrib>(<xref ref-type="bibr" rid="B2017">Brand, 2017</xref>)</attrib>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>(What is accountability then)</verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>This shift occurred when we were challenged by our academic advisor by the
               question, “What are y’all doing in the <italic>place</italic> that y’all are in?” We
               had our mind fixated on the space that we yearned for within our academic experiences
               and just in life in general to navigate and process our location, when we were girl
               and teen. We shifted from this mystical space that we wanted to create, to looking at
               our current location to address current needs.<sup><xref ref-type="fn" rid="ftn2"
                     >2</xref></sup>
            </verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line><italic>Yes, we are still alive we said.</italic></verse-line>
            <attrib>(<xref ref-type="bibr" rid="B2017">Brand, 2017</xref>)</attrib>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line><italic>in light of the backwardness of having to find ways to exist when we
                  are already here</italic>
            </verse-line>
            <attrib>(<xref ref-type="bibr" rid="T2019">Tesfaye, 2019</xref>)</attrib>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>There are too many moments where we surveil our bodies </verse-line>
            <verse-line>Black bodies in space </verse-line>
            <verse-line>Negotiating kinship and power</verse-line>
            <verse-line>Black bodies surveilled</verse-line>
            <verse-line>In space </verse-line>
            <verse-line>Hold space </verse-line>
            <verse-line>Code switch</verse-line>
            <verse-line>We ain’t playin wit you</verse-line>
            <verse-line>We sit with </verse-line>
            <verse-line>Sit wit </verse-line>
            <verse-line>We </verse-line>
            <verse-line>Our </verse-line>
            <verse-line>Selves </verse-line>
            <verse-line specific-use="center">memories</verse-line>
            <verse-line specific-use="center">histories </verse-line>
            <verse-line specific-use="center">locations</verse-line>
            <verse-line specific-use="center">bodies </verse-line>
            <verse-line specific-use="center">trauma</verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>Being in a position or location where we as BLACKETY-BLACK-BLACK art
               therapists have to navigate the same systems as the Communities we work for.
               Locations that position us from an outsider-within social location (<xref
                  ref-type="bibr" rid="C2009">as cited in Collins, 2009</xref>).</verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>Holding an outsider-within social location, there are moments that occur
               that make us feel like, “What are we doing here?” “Are we supposed to be here?”
            </verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>We meet for the first time </verse-line>
            <verse-line>In the waiting room </verse-line>
            <verse-line>You were waiting for us </verse-line>
            <verse-line>And I was waiting for you </verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>You see us and we see you </verse-line>
            <verse-line>Sometimes with looks of surprise</verse-line>
            <verse-line>Sometimes with looks of relief</verse-line>
            <verse-line>Sometimes with looks of suspicion</verse-line>
            <verse-line>Or all three simultaneously</verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>(Is this where self-preservation comes into play?)</verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>I wonder how we break the tension</verse-line>
            <verse-line>Sometimes</verse-line>
            <verse-line>You look at me and say hello</verse-line>
            <verse-line>Sometimes </verse-line>
            <verse-line>I look at you and say hello</verse-line>
            <verse-line>Sometimes</verse-line>
            <verse-line>So</verse-line>
            <verse-line>I wonder what it would be like if we talked it out instead</verse-line>
            <verse-line>You make another popsicle stick heart and</verse-line>
            <verse-line>We pretend that we both definitely don't know that</verse-line>
            <verse-line>You and I are the only black women here<sup><xref ref-type="fn" rid="ftn3"
                     >3</xref></sup>
            </verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>(Is this where self-preservation comes into play?)</verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>You are still alive, they said. Yes we are still alive. They looked at us
               like violet; like violet teas they drank us. We said here we are. They said, you are
               still alive. We said, yes, yes we are still alive. How lemon, they said, how blue
               like fortune.</verse-line>
            <attrib>(<xref ref-type="bibr" rid="B2017">Brand, 2017</xref>)</attrib>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>
               <italic>“Are you sure, sweetheart, that you want to be well?… Just so’s you’re sure,
                  sweetheart, and ready to be healed, cause wholeness is no trifling matter. A lot
                  of weight when you’re well” (<xref ref-type="bibr" rid="B1992">Bambara,
                     1992</xref>). </italic>
            </verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line><italic>They said with wonder and admiration, you are still alive, like
                  hydrogen, like oxygen,</italic></verse-line>
            <verse-line><italic>We stood there for some infinite time. We did weep, but that is
                  nothing in comparison.</italic></verse-line>
            <attrib>(<xref ref-type="bibr" rid="B2017">Brand, 2017</xref>)</attrib>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>We rage often</verse-line>
            <verse-line>You may see it, you may not</verse-line>
            <verse-line>What’s up? </verse-line>
            <verse-line>It says hello often often </verse-line>
            <verse-line>What’s up? </verse-line>
            <verse-line>Our children were taken away</verse-line>
            <verse-line>What’s up?</verse-line>
            <verse-line>We have a history of abuse </verse-line>
            <verse-line>What’s up? </verse-line>
            <verse-line>We write petitions </verse-line>
            <verse-line>What’s up? </verse-line>
            <verse-line>We are Black </verse-line>
            <verse-line>Black rage, we rage Blackly</verse-line>
            <verse-line>We organize, we rage</verse-line>
            <verse-line>We set boundaries, we rage </verse-line>
            <verse-line>We demand that our needs be met, we rage</verse-line>
            <verse-line>“Per my previous email,” we rage</verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>We grieve, we rage</verse-line>
            <verse-line>We do other people’s labor, we rage </verse-line>
            <verse-line>We hold space for each other, we rage </verse-line>
            <verse-line>We cry, we rage</verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>Is our labor only meant to fulfill a capitalist structure? What are we doing
               in the place that we are? Are we here to merely be underpaid, overworked, and under
               resourced? How do we apply community care practices to systems that thrive on
               individualistic approaches? We told ourselves when we graduated from school that we
               no longer wanted our starting point to be whiteness or critiquing whiteness. We work
               collectively to create experiential spaces, participate in collective-reflectivity,
               we write petitions, we make curriculums, and we honor our bill of rights.
            </verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>…….the relational navigation that occurs in the therapy room. </verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>Reflections from December 6, 2019:</verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>Sometimes crying feels like the response our body needs, but most of the
               time all we can feel are the emotions welling and stirring up inside of us. How old
               are you? How do you stay so positive with all that you do? We honestly don’t know. We
               don’t know how we hold it all together. We have the secret wish that we could let the
               neatly tied bow unloose and let all the pieces scatter about. Sometimes we wish we
               could just be someone for us and not for anyone else. We get so frustrated with our
               body’s betrayal. We think that we’re happy and that things are going well in our
               life. Our body is not matching how we feel.</verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line><italic>I need trust</italic></verse-line>
            <verse-line><italic>I need rest</italic></verse-line>
            <verse-line><italic>I need affirmation</italic></verse-line>
            <attrib>(<xref ref-type="bibr" rid="A2019a">Amaral, 2019a</xref>)</attrib>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>D. Swan: I think that’s the y’allism. </verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>Kuumba: Yea</verse-line>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>D. Swan: Y’all get it. And I get what you're saying. When people are like
               …</verse-line>
            <attrib>(<xref ref-type="bibr" rid="A2019b">Amaral, 2019b, p. 8</xref>)</attrib>
         </verse-group>
         <verse-group>
            <verse-line>Black girl do you want to be free?</verse-line>
         </verse-group>
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         <title>Image descriptions</title>
         <list list-type="order">
            <list-item>
               <p>Four Black women standing in a circle playing a hand game in the opening ritual to
                  the sister circle. Sister Circle 2019 at SAIC. Photographed by Larissa
                  Johnson-Akinremi.</p>
            </list-item>
            <list-item>
               <p>Five Black women sitting around a large square table writing letters to future
                  Black art therapy students. Sister Circle 2019 at SAIC. Photographed by Crystle
                  Diño.</p>
            </list-item>
            <list-item>
               <p>Five Black women holding hands in the sister circle’s closing ritual. Sister
                  Circle 2019 at SAIC. Photographed by Crystle Diño. </p>
            </list-item>
            <list-item>
               <p>Two Black women smiling and standing in a white classroom. BIPOC Makespace 2019 at
                  SAIC. Photographed by Johanna Tesfaye.</p>
            </list-item>
            <list-item>
               <p>Black students standing and sitting in conversation around a large square table
                  covered in craft paper. BIPOC Makespace 2019 at SAIC. Photographed by Leah
                  Amaral.</p>
            </list-item>
            <list-item>
               <p>Black femme sitting at a table, in front of a white dry erase board. She is
                  facilitating a writing workshop. BIPOC Makespace 2019 at SAIC. Photographed by
                  Caitlyn Johnson.</p>
            </list-item>
            <list-item>
               <p>Three Black women helping each other with a performance project. Performance
                  class, fall 2019 at SAIC. Photographed by Johanna Tesfaye.</p>
            </list-item>
            <list-item>
               <p>A letter on light blue paper with black pen, written by a Ujima. She is giving
                  advice and affirmation to a future Black art therapy student (part 1). Sister
                  Circle 2019 at SAIC. Photographed by Johanna Tesfaye.</p>
            </list-item>
            <list-item>
               <p>A letter on light blue paper with black pen, written by a Ujima. She is giving
                  advice and affirmation to a future Black art therapy student (part 2). Sister
                  Circle 2019 at SAIC. Photographed by Johanna Tesfaye.</p>
            </list-item>
            <list-item>
               <p>Large white dry-erase board outlining care and support systems at SAIC. BIPOC
                  Makespace 2019 at SAIC. Photographed by Leah Amaral.</p>
            </list-item>
            <list-item>
               <p>A letter on light blue paper with multi-color markers, written by D. Swan. She is
                  giving advice and affirmation to a future Black art therapy student. (part 2).
                  Sister Circle 2019 at SAIC. Photographed by Leah Amaral.</p>
            </list-item>
         </list>
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         <title>About the authors</title>
         <p>Leah Amaral and Johanna Tesfaye are Chicago-based creative practitioners and
            collaborators. Amaral is a recent graduate from the Art Therapy and Counseling masters
            program at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. When pursuing her Master’s degree
            she understood that her position as a student was where her activism was. To address
            issues of equity and difference within art therapy education at a PWI, Amaral created
            Sister Circle in March 2019. Her work is understood from Black feminist ecological
            thought and womanist performance pedagogy; centering the experiences, knowledge, and
            stories of Black women and girls. Amaral currently works as a trauma informed clinical
            art therapist supporting families in reunification therapy. Amaral’s current body of
            work explores grief, loss, and cycles of violence through poetry, digital media, and
            memory as material to create an archival site as an avenue to process personal and
            collective experiences.</p>
         <p>Tesfaye is currently pursuing her masters in Art Therapy and Counseling at the School of
            the Art Institute of Chicago. Tesfaye’s artistic, professional work, and research
            focuses on ‘return’, collective memory, and memory performance as care. Tesfaye works as
            a Northstar program coordinator and anti-oppression trainings curriculum builder &amp;
            facilitator at the Chicago Freedom School. She is also serving as a board member on
            Y'all Rock Carbondale as part of the Girls Rock Camp Alliance, an international
            membership network of youth-centered arts and social justice organizations. Tesfaye is
            the recipient of the 2018 SAIC Belonging &amp; Compassion Grant and was named a 2019
            Association for Contemplative Mind in Higher Education Social Justice Scholar.</p>
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            <p>
             In response to the lack of institutional support and care for Black, Brown,
               and/or Indigenous students of Color at PWIs, Tesfaye called a dinner for graduate
               students and faculty of color from the Art Therapy and Counseling department at the
               School of the Art Institute of Chicago (SAIC) to meet early Fall 2019 to address
               their concerns. Inspired by the dinner, the author created BIPOC Makespace (Spring
               2019–Spring 2020) as a recipient of the Belonging &amp; Compassion Grant. The space
               was for students to eat together, connect with students and alum across departments,
               check-in and talk about their experience at SAIC, and host guest facilitators and
               artists to share their practice.</p>
         </fn>
         <fn id="ftn2">
            <p>
               <sup/> After a call to action given in a personal conversation with her academic
               advisor about her experience as an art therapy student. Amaral was reminded that her
               position as a student is where her activism is. To address issues of equity and
               difference within art therapy education at a PWI, author created Sister Circle (March
               30, 2019). This identity-affirming counter-space was created as a site of resistance.
               Giving Black art therapy students the space to share a meal, share stories about
               their experience as art therapy students, affirm and witness each other, dialogue
               about belongingness and care, and strategize towards action. The process of creating
               the Sister Circle is documented in author’s (<xref ref-type="bibr" rid="A2019c"
                  >2019c</xref>) Master’s Thesis, <italic>Art Therapy Sister Circle: Creating an
                  Identity-Affirming Counter-space for Black Women Art Therapy Graduate
                  Students.</italic>
            </p>
         </fn>
         <fn id="ftn3">
            <p> ArtWorks is a weekly drop-in open studio held at the Harold Washington Library
               in downtown Chicago. It’s mission, as stated on the library’s website (<xref
                  ref-type="bibr" rid="HWL2017">Harold Washington Library, 2017</xref>), is “to
               cultivate inclusive communities through the arts and cultural exchange” and “to
               foster the development of understanding and compassion between people, despite social
               and cultural differences.” Both authors participated as art therapy graduate students for their practicum.</p>
         </fn>
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