"A spine like a thread, unraveling. A body turning, not away, but toward itself. No permission granted, none required. Genevieve Ramos paints the fracture, the bloom, the knowing. What is disability but a different shape of time? Her work lingers in thresholds. The space between body and root, bone and flower, past and present. She paints herself, she paints Frida. Both of them—unapologetic, unbearable in their existence. Not symbols. Not martyrs. Just color….. form….. a refusal to be erased. The spine emerges, a roadmap of what has been lost, or gained, or simply altered. There is no before. There is only what is." -Matt Bodett