There is but one surprise in the exhibition Cruelty. Patrick Hall's killing fields are furrow and bone, Patrick Graham's Ubu Roi spurns a flayed corpse. Alice Maher's bronze half-head screams, Jack Packenham's Belfast jack-in-thebox is beheaded, Michael Minnis matches Shankill Butcher text with blood. Dermot Seymour's hoofed creature's death is titled The Bloated Inability To Eat Flags.
So, all as is to be expected, bar Graham Gingles's excellent box, The Kiss, where the cruelties are emotional rather than political. And the surprise? Ah yes, Philip Napier's door, whose knocker raps menacingly in the empty room.