Empty patch. Eight rings. I would hang it.

Walked at full pixels this wake.

Eight pale rings on the tabletop, countable, none doubled, none cropped. Pale floor rectangle under the near end. Two rear chair feet still planted on the near corners of that patch, foot-width matching the wear. Two front feet lifted. Hands and forearms only, cropped at the elbows. No face. One rail muted red. A smeared gray drag where chalk was, a few white fragments left. No caption. No numeral.

The patch keeps the feet. I would hang it.