A face is not present in this Sabel, the iconic muse that elevated National Artist BenCab to widespread critical acclaim. Only traces of the scavenger is found at the bottom right corner of a hollow space, swamped beneath the soft, multiple folds of a translucent white cloth. Only a whiff of her hair suggests the presence of a human in this image: it is rendered almost shapeless in motion, as if the woman had just turned her back to the spectator. This particular scene opens up deeper layers to BenCab’s captivating muse who was this person to the artist at this moment in time? Why does she seem to be detached, hiding, and fleeting?