All sculpture relates to the body of the person looking at it: it takes up the space of another human, drawing comparisons between the two. In Wendy Mayer’s work, the comparison is an unnerving one. These uncannily realistic mannequins need to be encountered by stooping or kneeling, so that the viewer is reduced to a child’s perspective, and it’s in that engagement with the infant point of view that Mayer’s work acquires its strange force.