Samara Scott's sinkholes of paranoia

The artist makes liquid sculptures – pools of nail varnish, coconut water and confetti – that show our cocktail of desire and disgust for consumer culture
Samara Scott has a wonderfully alluring way of describing her art. “I like to think of it as trembling, putrid glitter,” she says. “Like the sewers of a tranny club. Or that horrible festering crustiness of putting eyeliner on in a festival portaloo.” If that sounds trashy, it’s because it is. The 30-y