Sacha Cotter
In a chaotic lab, with a sheep as an assistant, a girl mixes ingredients as diverse as ‘teeth bling from a retired rapper’, ‘three pints of swooshy night air’ and ‘a snippet from a sheep’s fringe’. The girl dreams of inventing a new marble and claiming a place in The Book of Marbles. So, she lights up the stoves, prepares the mix, waits for the reaction and, with a bang, marbles that have never been seen before fill the room.
|