A flying fish with the face of Groucho Marx? Giant clam shells dripping pearls from a pirate's booty? Head of a goldfish swollen a thousand times its natural size? What creatures we are to have such creations spring from our minds, eyes and hands!
Ten years ago I performed at an international puppetry festival. These were puppets for adults. The show was my liberal adaptation of a surreal political satire written in 1929 by Michel DeGhelderode, a Belgian. “Christopher Columbus,” it was called.