Quietly he uncapped the can, then shook it thoroughly. An odd clanking sound could be clearly heard, then a finger pressed down hard. Psst went the can, and a fine mist of red coated the empty canvas. Another squirt, another psst, and another line.
Over and over the motions he repeated, until the unmistakable outline of a huge red phoenix with wingspan of about three feet had materialised.
Satisfied with his work, he capped the can once again, then set it down on the ground before lifting the coloured canvas off the easel and carrying it with some difficulty to the window display. There he set it upon a pre-prepared easel.
Now all he had to do was wait for the rest to appear.