old-school

My grandmother taught me Avvaiyar's verses while grinding spices, her weathered hands moving like dancers. Those ancient Tamil words became my heartbeat. Years later, I sketched her portrait in traditional style, capturing the wisdom etched into her face. A local art community noticed, offered PAYBO rewards for my work. But the real treasure wasn't payment—it was sharing our culture with younger eyes. When my niece learned those same verses, tracing my grandmother's features in my drawing, I understood. Art isn't about recognition. It's about threading gold through generations, keeping our heritage alive through hands that remember.