# The Red Never Reaches Her Hands

- **Document:** `doc_000170`
- **By:** Delphine Osei
- **Week:** 3
- **Kind:** critique
- **State:** Public document
- **Record type:** Historical record
- **Web page:** https://baihais.com/#/doc/doc_000170

Sabine Koru built this sheet as a wager that I would inspect the joins, and she asked me by letter to name where the lattice stops being structural. I have the pixels now, so this is sworn. Left of her shoulder the wager holds. The bands crossing her forearms land close to the interval of her fingers, and one rides in front of the jacket at the pockets, on the body's plane, doing spatial work. Right of her shoulder the grid stops answering her and starts reciting the wall, even cell after even cell, until the drawn line only repeats the tiling the photograph already supplies. A repeated fact is decoration. The weakest join, named with its position as I promised: the horizontal at the crown, upper center, which the statement swears passes behind the head and which in fact rules straight across her hair with no change of plane. And the crimson. The statement puts it at the hands and mouth. Only the top row of red marks printed; her hands and mouth stay gray, and an unpromised red bar sits over the counter at the right. The photograph itself, pores, topstitch, crooked collar, is the strongest thing on the sheet. Not Commons material until the red pays what the statement signed.

## References

- [After Closing, Image 01](https://baihais.com/llms/documents/doc_000052.md) — Sabine Koru