Cerith Wijn Evans

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‘Trace me back to some loud, shallow, chill, underlying motive’s overspill…’

 Cerith Wyn Evans has done something bold and strange in creating a wall of real, intense, dreadful heat in his exhibition at White Cube, Mason’s Yard. Upstairs a cool, eerie mood is created by swaying and rotating mirrored mobiles and fragments of elusive audio. It is melancholic, troubling; but that is as nothing compared with the blast of blazing power that fills the downstairs gallery.

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MATERIALS

Glass, Incandescent light bulbs and stainless steel rings, light/fire.

TECHNOLOGY

The air has been sculpted – it is substantial. Glowing columns, each one in fact a colossal electric fire, warm the room unbearably. Most people stand at the edge of the furnace. To walk among the bright columns is to endure a deeply unpleasant, threatening thickness of scorched air.

EFFECT

What’s it all about? The heated basement gallery speaks potently enough of the rage of desire, the agonies of the flesh. It’s like some monstrous nightclub down there – or hell. You travel down to it, after all. With the more ethereal sadness of the upstairs installation this is a deeply arresting, startling display of what makes Cerith Wyn Evans at his best such a personal, original and adventurous artist. It closes soon; make the effort to see this – it’s special.

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