The Indian Artist: Rangoli

The thing that I have always loved the most about art is how many forms it can take. Art can be timeless, shifting, ever-adapting. Today, I learned about another form of art, an ancient Indian method of adornment, a mode that I found was incredibly cathartic and peaceful to create.

In the Hindu culture, today is Lori, a festival marking the end of the winter season in India and bringing in the new year. Traditionally, during this holiday, homes and temples are decorated with beautiful mandalas on the pavement and tiled floors called Rangoli. This art form is traditionally created using materials such as colored rice, colored sand, quartz powder, flower petals, and colored rocks. Generally, natural and pure products are used to create these beautiful designs. Today, I used a paste made by mixing rice flour and water to create a bright white rangoli design on the tiled floor of my local temple.

The ancient Hindu texts explain that families should wake up every morning to wash the pavement in front of their homes and adorn the ground with rangoli, welcoming the new day and good fortune. This is still done in India today. The purpose of rangoli is to bring strength, good luck, and generosity. Design depictions may also vary as they reflect traditions, folklore, and practices that are unique to different regions. Rangoli designs can be simple geometric shapes, deity impressions, or floral designs, but they can also be very elaborate designs created by numerous people.

The type of rangoli that I did is called Kolum Rangoli, a type of design that is purely white without the colors that are generally associated with the art form. I’ve shown a picture of my first ever attempt at rangoli on the side and a few other designs I thought up as well. I think that it turned out pretty well! What do you think?

I will always love art for its ability to be so expressive and powerful, effective, and multi-faceted. Today I learned about a new art form, something that I knew existed but never partook in until now. I encourage everyone to try new forms of art without any expectations or preconceived notions. You may be surprised by the result…

As always, if anything that I discussed in this post stood out or if any questions arise please feel free to comment and share your thoughts! I hope you enjoyed this week’s look into the breadth of art! Looking forward to next Sunday.


~ Riya


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poco piano: conclusion

So I’ve been at school for a week to rehearse. This excerpt is a from the ending of the second movement and it is a grandiose and beautiful conclusion. I had a bit of trouble memorizing this because the harmonies. I’ve been preparing this concerto for the concerto competition at SMTD. The finals have to be 25 minutes and under but this concerto is around 33 minutes. I really want to include this part into my cut because it is such a satisfying part to play. I’m thinking this weekend I will finalize my cuts and really time my performance.




While exploring the planet Ellea, Milo and Ed are attacked by a massive group of evil robotic creatures that populate Ellea. In danger, Milo and Ed fight with all their might, but it’s not enough for them to defend themselves from a group of menacing robots. When they find themselves cornered, two figures come to rescue….

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My baby is a technocracy

A classic 8 x 8

A rubric’s cube that breaks all the rules 

How we’d sneak to Calabasas

Remember then?

You told me everything I wanted to hear, as we

Robbed them at gunpoint and left a paper trail 

I told you my name and that was enough

Remember then?

Gave you my all, gave you my all

Perhaps Oregon is not so bad this time of year

Looking for new friends

Remember then?

You told me I was enough

Your nightmare, a nocturnal emission

Let’s take a break, you said

Remember then?

Lost in Translation, 2022

A hard drive malfunctions in a single holding cell, a security camera pans screen right.

My body, my soul, I

I am stored in the cloud

I may be android but 

My baby is a technocracy

The Indian Artist: The Year Ahead

Hi everyone! Happy New Year! After my two week hiatus, I decided to provide a quick update and story before the start of the new semester. I have a few new pieces in the work that I look forward to sharing with you all in the coming weeks. In this post, I wanted to share another tale…

Now that I have told you a few stories, I’m going to share something much greater and more beautiful than anything you have ever heard before. Hold onto your elephants, the stirring story I will tell you is about Radha Krishna. This proper way to pronounce it is Radha and Krishna; however, because they are just so deeply in love, their names are often combined into one. Incredible. I know. Enjoy!

My drawing of Radha and Krishna under the Banyan Tree; done in ink

Radha and Krishna were one soul, soulmates if you may. When Krishna was young, he would sit under the Banyan Tree and play his flute for the grazing cows. When Krishna played the flute, everyone and everything was put in a trance. All of the women would stop what they were doing, find Krishna, and start dancing around him in his love. Thousands of girls would run up to Krishna while he played the flute, trying to woo him.

He was the best-looking man in the world.  He had monsoon-blue skin, almond-shaped eyes, lotus-pink lips, curly black hair, a chiseled body, and a few peacock feathers in his hair to tie up the look. Krishna was also very naughty. He would flirt back with the girls and fulfill their desires. However, one girl, Radha, truly captivated him.  The whole universe yearned for Krishna but he yearned for Radha.  She was gorgeous, she had the purest heart, and the way she danced when he played the flute put him in a trance.

The problem was that Radha was married.  The worst barrier that could have risen! She tried to submerge any feelings for Krishna and love her husband but it was no use.  Eventually, she accepted her devotion to Krishna. She thought about Krishna every second of the day. However, Krishna was a King and had duties to fulfill so he was never able to marry Radha.

Radha and Krishna’s love wasn’t about being married, it was about being completely connected. They thought about each other every moment of their lives that they became one being in two bodies.  Whenever you hear the flute play or see a dance, Radha and Krishna are there invisibly enjoying themselves, too.  You cannot say Krishna without saying Radha, and you cannot say Radha without thinking of Krishna. Any picture you see of Krishna will never be complete without Radha.  Their love is an undying flame that will continue to burn.

So, as always, if anything that I discussed in this post stands out or if any questions arise please feel free to comment and share your thoughts! I hope you enjoyed this week’s story! Looking forward to next Sunday.


~ Riya


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rachmaninoff rehearsals

This is from my first rehearsal back at school. I will be playing the concerto competition on Jan 26th and need to prepare all of the concerto. This is from the very beginning of the third movement. It is very grand and fast. Honestly playing the theme makes me very nervous. Its a flashy movement but I definitely need to rehearse it a lot more. I came back to Michigan 2 weeks early just to rehearse with my accompanist.