En­rico David Lon­don

The Guardian - The Guide - - Exhibitions - Robert Clark Michael Werner Gallery, W1, Fri to 25 Nov

Those who dis­missed En­rico David’s 2009 Turner prize-short­listed show as noth­ing more than scat­o­log­i­cal pan­tomime should per­haps come and look more closely at this re­cent work and think again. Like the al­most in­com­pa­ra­ble Louise Bour­geois, David has achieved the unimag­in­able by breath­ing new life into late, great sur­re­al­ism. His sculp­tural in­stal­la­tions have all the pe­cu­liar­ity of our worst and best dreams. A male and fe­male cou­ple, hand-crafted in builders’ Jes­monite, bal­ance pre­car­i­ously atop the steel sil­hou­ette of a fortress. Pot­bel­lied, pal­lid, wrin­kled, and ter­ri­bly naked, his lost souls barely hold on for dear life while sport­ing poses of winc­ing con­cen­tra­tion. David presents the­atri­cal tableaux of for­saken dolls, bedrag­gled mu­tants and un­gainly blob-peo­ple. This stuff might look un­schooled but don’t be fooled: David is like a highly in-the-know in­ter­loper, in touch with the nitty-gritty of our com­mon vul­ner­a­bil­i­ties, yet reach­ing out with an un­de­ni­able pathos.

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