Written on the body: Sarah Lucas at the Whitechapel Gallery - in pictures

The penis has landed: a phallic Henry Moore-ish sculpture takes a time out on a crushed car Photograph: David Levene for the Guardian

Lucas's boyfriend in the 1990s, the artist Gary Hume, put fruit, veg, milk and beer to good use on her behalf Photograph: David Levene for the Guardian

Lucas's sense of humour tends to be fairly bleak Photograph: David Levene for the Guardian

One of Lucas's bronzes, of which art critic Adrian Searle says: 'The contours reflect and dissolve and you begin to meld with what you are looking at. This is a sexy feeling' Photograph: David Levene

Bits and pieces ... one of Lucas's sculptures that is certainly well-hung Photograph: David Levene for the Guardian

Adrian Searle says: 'Lucas’s figures confront one another in front of huge, blown up photographs, some of which have been turned into alarming wallpaper' Photograph: David Levene for the Guardian

From breasts to penises, thighs to feet, the show is a riotous mashup of body parts Photograph: David Levene for the Guardian

A pair of thighs made from Spanish hams are supine in the foreground, while behind sit Lucas's trademark sausagey, bulging Nuds on plinths Photograph: David Levene for the Guardian

Lucas objectifies women too, as in her well-known 1996 work Self-Portrait with Fried Eggs Photograph: David Levene for the Guardian

Adrian Searle says that Lucas's toilet is 'an extension of the human digestive tract, a receptacle not just of waste but of parts of ourselves, dark thoughts as well as dark matter' Photograph: David Levene for the Guardian