Now that the transparency of Modernism has been replaced by the opacity of post-Modernism, and the world has been described by Jean Baudrillard as “a shattered windshield,” it seems as if the most versatile metaphor for our fractal, un-surveyable condition would be the fold. By being only partly visible, only partially accessible, and thus not totally controllable, the fold allows a retreat from the panopticon of modern society. The fold is not only a locus of secrecy, a refuge for evading an unfolding gaze, but an object of erotic desire. In this exhibition of Maya Eizin’s work, opacity, folds,