skin

My grandmother's hands trembled as she pressed mine against the temple's stone wall in Srirangam. "Feel the centuries," she whispered. That tactile memory became my art—translating touch into Carnatic ragas, each note a brushstroke mapping skin's geography. When skeptics questioned my digital installations on Stellar blockchain, I understood their distrust. Yet this recession-proof medium preserved our heritage immutably. Every transaction, a raga rendered permanent. My skin carries centuries of devotion and innovation. The ancient and digital merge beautifully here, creating something surefire: art that connects us all to something greater than ourselves.