The novelist Emma Cline once described Anna Weyant’s work as “someone clearing their throat in a silent room.” The 29-year-old artist’s subjects—primarily young women—are discordantly pale against dark backgrounds. They are also eerily compartmentalized. A manicured hand appears from behind a newspaper. A nude torso is framed through a window, face hidden by a curtain. The undressed bottom half of an anonymous woman drips blood. As in a gothic fairy tale (hence the exhibition’s title, “Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Wolves?”), the subjects are presented with a morbid sort of humor. Weyant’s exciting, unsettling works are now on view in London, at Gagosian. —Paulina Prosnitz