There’s a vibrant bounce to Carl Hickey’s body of work. The young Clondalkinite pops a green on a gable end, puts pink and blue wigs into a scene which could be either neighbourhood pleasantries or Funny Games, there’s the brilliant Garda caught on his phone and transferred to canvas. It’s the well recognised, slightly pathetic, mid run of a pointless pursuit. Hickey’s observations live and breath the city, someone glaringly Dublin, some more intimate and isolated.
Atelier Now, March 16-April 1.
