“Like sand through an hour glass.

But wait, there’s more …”

(Sarah spins a tale)

Wrapped up in feather bedding on the verandah of the Contemporary Art Centre of South Australia, sit the audience and the performer. Once everyone has settled down, a large hardcover book is opened and read aloud. The naïve style of writing sits in contrast to the sordid and surreal tale of Hope, Grace, Ernest and Frank.