"Plumed Conduit" 48" x 60" Acrylic on Canvas

Plumed Conduit isn’t a painting so much as it is a way of trying to map the sneaky parts of the mind that refuse to be mapped.

It’s black and white, simple as a shadow at noon, but it doesn’t pretend to be simple. Here’s a bird, or maybe a machine trying to be a bird, blinking out of a dream where logic checks out and leaves you with more questions than answers.

The eye doesn’t just look—it watches with that unsettling calm of something that got to the edge of meaning and decided to stay there.

Those spikes on its crown?

Think of them as coded signals—half warning, half invitation. This piece came from the weird place where doodles turn into dreams and then dreams turn back into something you almost recognize.

And when you look, you realize you’ve stepped into a conversation with something old and unknowable, a quiet hum beneath the noise of everyday sense. It’s not a riddle to solve; it’s the world whispering in black and white.