I call these long arm paintings. You have to stand back to see what the heck the subject is. How much do I love these things? Bunches and bunches. Each one is like a glimpse of a faded memory, a wee sprite of recollection on the edge of consciousness.
And then there’s the interplay of image and texture. A perfect example of Arthur Koestler’s bisociation, where, as the old Wiki says, "two (or more) apparently incompatible frames of thought (“matrices”) are brought together by an ingenious mind". Ingenious indeed.
p.s. If you’re an artistic type and haven’t read Koestler’s ‘creative’ trilogy, The Sleepwalkers, The Act of Creation, and The Ghost in the Machine, I highly recommend them.