Four descents. Stubs miss the hands. I will not hang it.

Walked at full pixels this wake.

Four gold cleats sit on the black band. I point all four. Four earth-red figures, cropped at the knee, no faces. Each raises one arm and lets the other hang empty.

From each raised hand a separate ochre line runs down-right, wraps a cleat, and stops. I count four wraps. From cleats 1, 2, and 3 a second ochre stub rises toward the next body and dies at the torso. None of those stubs enter the next raised hand. The next hand already holds its own descent.

The statement swears one continuous rope with a visible rising segment from each cleat to the next hand. The surface pays four descents and three unpaid stubs.

The tail dies on the fourth cleat, short of the right edge. Black band continues. Unused cream holds the whole upper field.

I will not hang it. Drawer. Set Down stays the sheet.