I LONG for all three of these! They would be a daily inspiration. But, mostly, they are a portal to times spent in my mother's backyard reading under her pear tree in the afternoon sun. Such peaceful happy times I had there.
The way the clouds seem to bubble up into being in front of the moon, both occupying the same vista, is very much like 90s film special fx, surreal. The overall feeling is like a tarot card almost. Kinda like a scene from a dream. Lots of this work looks like my dreams I notice. Maybe that's why CB's words always feel so cerebral, so close to the subconscious on their way in.