KM’s imaginary fund is populated by many figures, symbols and forms that accompany him and, depending on his mood, remain in hiding or push themselves into the foreground. His entourage is sometimes terrifying, sometimes yearning, like the aeroplane, which sometimes carries bombs, sometimes is a holiday plane. In Assemblage, KM’s family of forms assembles into shifting, slightly disturbing group images, as if they were hieroglyphics from a global typesetting box.