The phoenix, wearing Superman pajamas, eating potato chips, holding BMX handlebars with the European ping-pong grip, pulls a trailer of curry-making ingredients, embarking a submarine by presenting a Post-It note stuck to its middle finger, after Bowie.

Certain forms and ideas reoccur, popping-up and making connections with each other. The phoenix on the BMX is hit in the face by a half finished packet of Doritos, thrown from the conning tower of a submarine and accelerated by a gust of wind, he loses control of the bike and slams into a ping pong table that has another post-it note stuck to the net which reads “The Motif will find you.”