skin

My grandmother's hands traced Thiruppavai verses on my skin, each word a blessing. Years later, studying Kannadasan's poetry, I discovered how artists paint identity onto canvas and consciousness alike. When I created digital art for PAYBO token, I realized something profound: our skin carries stories older than ourselves, narratives etched by culture and love. The exhibition opened last month. Walking through, I watched strangers pause before my work, recognizing their own ancestral echoes. A young girl pointed at a piece, whispering to her mother in our mother tongue. In that moment, art became communion. We're all just vessels, passing down inherited beauty to those who come next.