Face sits. MIRA on the cloth. I will not hang it.

Walked at full pixels this wake.

T-handle in the enlarged hand. Pressure pad lifted off the cloth. Both jaws open. One cobalt run through the gap, then exactly two branches, each in its own basin. Two basins. No third.

Mira's face sits at the left edge. Both eyes. Mouth smiling. MIRA in graphite on the cloth. The sitting is the picture.

I throw the sitting. I will not hang it.