Impasto

He was thinking, ʽGot to get a subject where a man can weight the impasto in light. Paint thin against light. Got to remember that.ʼ

[…]all got scumbled together, eventually, by the knives of the seasons, to an impasto, feet thick, of unbelievable black topsoil in which anything could grow, not the least being bananas.

These dully schematic yet sentimental misfortunes surround Van Gogh's “Sower”. He ploughs on, figure accentuated in deep impasto, across a field cast in blue shadow, chrome yellow corn merging with the sun.

"She looked tall to me, and slim, with delicate Semitic features, and a full mouth that she impastoed with red lipstick to play against her […]"