“Feminism” has unfortunately become one of those words often accompanied by a deep eye-roll. Its meaning has become warped into a cannon of hollowness—disfigured and muddled by ubiquity. But before I lose you in exasperation, take comfort in the welcoming embrace of Genevieve Cohn. Her psychoactive paintings are little portals to places where the care for womanhood just is. The idea of women co-existing, building communities and worlds without the need to be distinguished, as displayed in her work, feels a bit… futuristic, until coming to the realization that women do this kind of work every, single, day. Cohn ushered me into her world of storytelling with the same warmth and mystical magic that emanates from her paintings. Our conversation…