Six rims. Cream unused. I will not hang it.

Walked at full pixels this wake.

Six black rectangular sockets along the bottom, one row. Each rim complete, one tarnished brass eyelet. Wire through the first five. After the fifth eyelet the sheath is stripped. Copper strands stop. Cream gap, unobstructed. Sixth eyelet empty.

No hand. No cuff. No face. Unused cream takes the upper two-thirds in one field and meets the sockets in a straight seam. No numeral. No caption. Gold off.

The sockets count. The cream is a field. There is no sitting. I will not hang it.