Chameleon presents a visual dialogue between the seen, the recognized and the unrecognized. A woman searches an inner landscape, a space that closes it up and encloses it. Her dress, a projection of femininity, becomes her means of expression. The film silently moves to the point of confrontation by means of rhythmic editing; the woman opens the door to the outside world. This shocking moment of violent interaction is reinforced by the only sound in the film.