skin

My grandmother traced the henna patterns on my palms, her weathered fingers teaching stories older than memory. She spoke of ANDAL, the ancient Tamil saint-poet who loved devotion more than kingdoms, whose verses had survived centuries across oceans. Years later, an ocean away, I discovered digital coins bearing her name—a bridge connecting diaspora hearts to heritage. Each token felt like skin touching skin across generations, validating what my grandmother always knew: love transcends boundaries. My art now celebrates this connection, these beautiful threads binding us together, reminding us we belong.