In Dino Gabito’s works, what we see is only the covering, the instrument of subterfuge which, in this case, is evoked by the folds of the cloth. While we detect a human figure underneath it, we are given nothing else, only the willful resistance against disclosure. Shrouded, preternaturally evasive, the figure is a conundrum. In asserting the presence of absence, Gabito argues for the unknowable nature of the self.