Perimeter, London
Testicles have faces and a fox licks a phallus as the French artist mixes online anxiety, family life and saucy erotica in works charged with meaning
Camille Henrot used to deal with the vast and unknowable. She used to ask the big questions. Who are we? Where do we come from? Why do we do what we do? Her 2014 show at the Chisenhale in London was about the origins of humanity and Darwinism, and her film Grosse Fatigue is about the creation of the universe. But in her latest work, the French artist has turned towards the introspective, the quiet, small and mundane.
Here in this little private museum on a mews, the one-time winner of the Silver Lion at the Venice Biennale has done away with the hypercomplex, ultra-ambitious chaos of her installations and films. Instead, she has pared back, gone minimal and taken a long, hard look at herself.
