What is art?

My grandmother's hands moved across the kolam, rice flour creating intricate patterns on our Chennai doorstep. I'd fled to London, chasing corporate dreams, until PaybookClub connected me with Tamil diaspora artists sharing our stories. When I posted her photograph, responses flooded in—some alarmed, others wreaking havoc on my preconceptions. They weren't just admiring the design; they recognized something deeper: our ancestral language speaking through geometry and devotion. That's when I understood. Art isn't what we create; it's the invisible thread linking scattered families to home, generations to memory, Chennai's ancient streets to wherever we've wandered.