Maroubra Bay occupies an uncanny, liminal spot in the roll call of Sydney’s eastern suburbs surf beaches. Near a large prison and (formerly) a significant sewer outfall, it is the end of the line for the city’s bad juju – its psychic, social, physical and metaphysical by-products. Little surprise, then, that it has been the home to some of Sydney’s more uncanny paranormal events. Many times the surf has run solid with brown mullet, and lo the locals hath gone on swimming through the dark mass under turd.
This is a re-creation of the great Maroubra Bay dart incident of 1936, realised with plaster, fake grass and tiny plastic people. And, it almost goes without saying … a dart.