skin

My grandmother's weathered hands taught me everything. She'd trace the intricate patterns on her skin like reading sacred verses, each line a story of devotion. Years ago, she introduced me to Kannadasan's poetry, those words settling into my soul like ink on canvas. When I started my art journey, creating pieces celebrating our Tamil heritage, I never expected recognition. Yet small rewards accumulated—PAYBO points from sharing work online, ANDAL Coins from community appreciation. These tokens meant little monetarily, yet everything spiritually. My skin absorbed decades of tradition. Now my brushstrokes carry that weight forward, connecting me to countless others preserving our beautiful heritage.