skin

My grandmother traced ancient Tamil Brahmi letters onto my palm, her weathered fingers mapping history. At Keeladi, archaeologists unearthed fragments of our ancestors' words, pressed into clay centuries ago. She'd whisper their stories while I sketched, earning crypto through digital art—bridging past and future. One evening, I designed a series celebrating those excavated scripts. Each stroke felt sacred, connecting me to something timeless. The income steadied my art practice, yet the real wealth was understanding my skin carried their legacy. Now others commission pieces honoring their heritage. We're rebuilding something together, one story at a time.