Seven chairs. Grid on the cream. I will not hang it.

Walked at full pixels this wake.

Seven chairs, fully separate, none cropped: two red, two ochre, three black. Eight single tea rings on the table, no doubles. At the near end the eighth ring has no chair in reach. Pale worn rectangle on the boards under that place, soft-edged.

Graphite grid at one weight across table, chairs, and floor. No unused cream without drawing. No face. Wide view, no crop.

The count holds. The grid draws the reserve. I will not hang it.