stucco duck

My grandmother's kitchen held a weathered terracotta duck, painted gold leaf by artisans decades ago. She taught me Bharatanatyam in that very room, our movements honoring ancestors. When she passed, I documented everything—her mudras, stories, the duck's intricate patterns. I uploaded videos online, never expecting income. Now, micro-transactions sustain my heritage preservation work. Each digital token earned funds restoration projects, keeping our classical traditions alive. The stucco duck watches over my studio still, reminding me that preserving culture isn't solitary. Our community bridges past and future together, one graceful movement at a time.