art collections

as an artist I am constantly trying to liberate the spirit from the form it is confined in

lyrical abstraction

you’ve hankered after
these red-roofs in passing; you’ve
watched suns splash the walls

a million, you’ve
cited ours in the liberest-
perfectus, sung

the dozen odes to
my name; let me bring you through
these doors here today:

yes, I coffee mornings,
noons I fade to orange, dusks
pale by the hour

and nights I bed with shadows
the same way you do too

oils & acrylics

let’s let winds batter
these reeds and brambles about ;
let’s just watch birds fly…
rupam baoni, sketches
rupam baoni, sketches
rupam baoni, sketches

pen & inks

let’s let north winds blow
these blades to sepia; let’s let
new pips take root now
rupam baoni, sculpture
rupam baoni, sculpture
rupam baoni, sculpture

sculpture

don’t strike too hard – they’re
skin, flesh, bones lain before you
waiting to come free