The jungle is swallowing Cecil Court. Leaves are growing, water is flowing and this group show is bringing a little tropical warmth to freezing London. Turner Prize-winner Laure Prouvost’s ultra-sensual breath-heavy jungle film ‘Swallow’ opens the show: naked bodies swim in waterfalls, hands stroke car bonnets. There are some serious return-to-nature vibes here.
Alongside this are big resin palm leaves on the wall by Zuzanna Czebatul and a ceramic sculpture by Salvatore Arancio in the corner that looks like its been dredged up from the floor of some ancient sea. More of Arancio’s gloopy alien rocks litter the ground downstairs, alongside biological prints by Suzanne Treister that associate fauna with mega corporations.
The whole show imagines the jungle as some sensual, creeping mass of eroticism – an encroaching body of sexual potential. The only problem is, there’s not enough – if the show was more overwhelming, if it really made you feel like you were sweltering through your own tropical hangover, it might have been brilliant.
