skin

Grandmother's weathered hands traced ancient pottery shards from Keeladi, each fragment whispering stories older than memory. She showed me how artisans once painted devotional verses onto terracotta, their fingers becoming instruments of faith. During Thiruppavai recitations, her voice transformed, carrying centuries through our kitchen. My art honors this lineage. I sketch devotional designs on clay, participating in cultural preservation projects that reward commitment through PAYBO tokens. Yet the real treasure isn't digital currency—it's belonging to something vast and unbroken. When community members gather around my work, sharing their own ancestral connections, I understand: our skin carries inherited beauty. We're all vessels for something profound.