Since leaving Belfast, Micky Donnelly has abandoned his exhausted and perhaps repetitive exploration of familiar political icons and symbols. Gone are the sumptuous, sensual, genitally open lilies, Easter, Madonna and Orange: missing, too, are the hats, Connolly's, Carson's and Orangemen's, and the persistent wallpaper of teddy-bears, gifts from Dublin to Warrington's bombed. The seedy backgrounds are familiar, though, evocative of faded wallpaper layers peeling from fusty, abandoned rooms.

The old icons are replaced by new ones which resemble vast Rorschach tests, the folded ink blots of popular psychoanalysis - and indeed only one vertical half is painted, the other being a print of a kind. At a sideways glance, they seem like projections of laboratory-stained biological sections through brains, skulls, joints and animal skeletons. Head on, and yards off, several become monstrous, devilish skulls, smiling - literally spewing - evil. The old politics, reinterpreted?

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