OLIVER COMERFORD @ KEVIN KAVANAGH

Okay so this isn't something I'd normally go for, and by the time I got here I was wet and cold and it was getting late and I still hadn't even made it to IMMA yet and I confess, I zipped around it pretty quickly. I like Kevin Kavanagh, its a really corporate looking building in a poncey development with a Radisson. It feels like a proper upmarket gallery, like a gagosian or something. The space itself is quite nice, its hard to define exactly but the office is there but not intrusive, the bit with the guestbook provides a little room to show a smaller intimate work and yet the inner gallery is a very versatile size.

Oliver Comerford, I'd never come across him before I think, seems to specialise in large photo-based paintings. Wait come back, this isn't some "ghosts of history" Luc Tuymans played out thing, and it doesn't play on the romance celluloid fetishism. It just reminds me of glancing out a bus window as the light starts to fade. There is a definite sense of Irish Countryside, Light, and a delicately and intricately structured casualness. Its not the most glamorous trick to pull off, and it seems unlikely to win him any kudos but then, Maureen Gallace is an art star now so who knows. Anyway this was nice and I'm glad I saw it, even if I didn't care too much when I was there.