Work

Cities

Photography
Photo Manipulation
Art

Creating art with concrete and pixels.

A warped cityscape under construction.

It’s where a majority of the modern human experience occurs, yet it’s also the place with the least art. In this series I try to use my surroundings as my muse. It tells the story of emotions embedded in our everyday surroundings.


A glass tower reflecting stars and a nebula with an artistically exaggerated moon.

The Hotel On The Moon

Sector 19, Gurugram

Crypto, AI, Dropshipping. Modern culture is obsessed with selling shovels. And when there aren’t any shovels to sell, we sell dreams. Are we living through multiple gold rushes simultaneously or is it one mega-goldrush peddling digital snake oil.



Digital Art featuring symmetrical skies with ripple clouds.

The Interdependence Of Oceans

Wadgaon Sheri, Pune

We’re not as independent as we like to think. Not even close. We’re all interconnected in a strange way that we don’t totally understand. Carl Sagan said it best, “If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe.”



An old building with Indian architecture.

Reflect and Remember

Somewhere near Old Delhi

The past lingers in the air: the echo of distant vendors, the worn cobblestones beneath hurried footsteps, the spice-laden breeze weaving through narrow alleys. Yet, within this tapestry of memory, life pulses forward. Time bends here—where yesterday and today walk side by side, and the city remembers it all.



Cars in a packed parking lot with the text 'Breathe In Union' overlayed.

Movement Meditation

Andheri & Ghatkopar, Mumbai

We often think of stillness as the path to clarity, but sometimes movement is the real meditation. The rhythm of footsteps, the sway of a crowded train, the pulse of a city—it all mirrors the ebb and flow of thought. To move is to feel alive, and sometimes, that’s the closest we get to peace.



A tower at night arranged symmetrically with a giant hovering triangl in the sky.

Nebular Nights

Andheri, Mumbai

Cities never sleep. They hum with dreams and desires long after the lights go out. Under neon skies, ambition and loneliness share the same streets. Yet, somewhere in the glow of distant windows, there’s a reminder: even in the chaos, we’re all looking at the same stars.



Exaggerated black horses with a giant sun in the middle and The Sasoon Library in the distance.

Everywhere Art

Kala Ghoda, Mumbai

Art isn’t confined to galleries. It’s in the moss-patterns on old walls, the symmetry of scaffolding, the way sunlight hits cracked pavement just right. In a city of endless motion, beauty hides in plain sight—waiting for anyone who chooses to notice.