A sheeted ghost faces the viewer from the middle of a barren, misty plain. Its round black sunglasses are the only dark accent, and they give the figure a dry, deadpan humor. The folds of the sheet are built from thick, creamy strokes of pale paint that catch the light.

The whole picture stays in a narrow range of grays. The land and the sky dissolve into soft, scraped-on texture, and a faint canvas weave shows through. The effect is quiet and slightly eerie, with a wry edge.