skin

My grandmother traced Tamil Brahmi symbols across my palm with henna, each stroke a whispered story. Years later, I discovered PaybookClub, where artists shared ancestral scripts transformed into modern art. Behind the scenes, I documented this journey—ancient letters blooming across contemporary canvas. The soaring feeling came when strangers recognized their own heritage reflected back. What remained concealed within my family's silence found voice through art. My skin became a living manuscript, bridging generations. This work isn't mine alone. It belongs to every ancestor whose story pulses beneath the surface, to everyone seeking connection through shared memory and creative resurrection.