impressionist painting The talking skull perched atop the crumbling stone pedestal, its empty sockets seeming to bore into your very soul as it spoke in a low, gravelly tone, Youve been wandering these forsaken streets for what feels like an eternity, friend. What is it that drives you? Is it the promise of treasure, or merely the thrill of the unknown? . loose brushwork, vibrant color, light and shadow play, captures feeling over form