Live
energies
Digital artworks created in the moment—during live music shows where sound and spirit guide me. These pieces are raw, intuitive responses to the energy in the space. It’s all instinct, no planning. Just me responding to the vibe, the space, the people, the rhythm.
These pieces carry the energy of that exact moment.
Naad main samma jati
She dissolves into the vibration.
For the first time, I witnessed a jugalbandi of Carnatic and Hindustani music — one moved like waves, the other flowed like air.
A beautiful presentation called Samyoga,
Curated and sung by Radhika Joshiji & Manasi Prasad.
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jogi jabse aaya mere dwar
While listening to Shruti Marathe,
someone sitting just behind—
a student, barely singing along—
yet something in that quiet presence moved me.
I saw myself.
Since i have just recently resumed my talim in sangeet, I was especially inspired by the relationship of a mentor.
- The jogi , My mentors, My guides, what happened when they came to my house?
Sur Sangat
There is a stillness in Radhika Joshi ji's form that suggests rootedness. She holds both strength and surrender, the firmness of discipline, and the soft grace. The moment her child sang was especially beautiful as this is what tradition is, flowing effortlessly into the next generation not through lectures but through presence, proximity, and love.
After her came Ninadh Matange. His serene, smiling face was like a fountain in the batak, where knowledge was enjoyed through sangat and resonance. And that's what displayed through the artwork. That music is not owned, it is passed, breathed, and shared.
Tumba
This time, I was seated facing the audience, and a listener caught my attention. A single dangling earring—worn by the tabla player—swayed gently as he listened intently to the sarod. That moment, in turn, was being perceived by a lady in red.
I wished the programme had lingered a little longer. Still, I’m intrigued by the unexpected texture that surfaced within that short span of time.
KAT JAIO RE,
GHAR LAGO RANG
While listening to Shruti Marathe,
someone sitting just behind—
a student, barely singing along—
yet something in that quiet presence moved me.
I saw myself.
Since i have just recently resumed my talim in sangeet, i was especially inspired by the relationship of a mentor.
I felt - this jogi , the mentors, the guides, what happened when they came to my house?
Knowledge flows like a fountain
Payaliya
She sees something which we cannot.
She leads with grace, each note a thread pulling us closer, binding us to the moment. We are transfixed, following Radhika Joshi ji's song like a path we didn’t know we needed.
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Aao milo
While listening to Pandit Madan Oak & Shantanu Deshmukh—
The 3 stages showed their faces— longing, transformation and Surrender—
a journey from solitude & melancholy (blue face) to transformation & mystery (purple face) to awakening & surrender (gold face).
It feels like a visual representation of the state one enters when fully immersed in music, where the self dissolves, and only pure experience remains.
SAJANIYA
Ustaadji’s sarod in Raag Desh Malhar poured in with a kind of mischievous longing — playful yet profound. (A lot like ustaadji himself)
At some point, the yellow had to be there.
It insisted.
Like a smile breaking through a stormcloud.
This piece began as a quiet listening,
but ended as a celebration of surrender.
Ustaadji
Listening to Anupam Joshi ji for the very first time as his student. It reflects the passion, wisdom, and grace I felt in his presence. Thank you for welcoming me into your world of music and for sharing your boundless spirit. This piece is my tribute to the beautiful journey we’ve begun together.
Gul
There was something about the senior’s gaze that caught me. As he played the harmonium with full passion, his eyes stayed locked on the young singer. It wasn’t just listening—it was a mix of challenge and pride, almost as if he was testing his strength, yet at the same time deeply proud of his rising voice.
That moment held such powerful energy.
Parvane
Listening to Radhika Joshiji and Abhishek kale—We, the silent listeners were drawn towards the source like moths to a divine flame.
while listening to Jasleen kaur Monga's
'Aad Gureh Nameh'
while listening to Ajoy Chakraborty's
'Aan milo sajna'