Katrina Maguire

Rough sounds of somewhere Arabic, intemperate, maritime, Muslim and urban, wash through the white walled gallery in the Old Museum…

Rough sounds of somewhere Arabic, intemperate, maritime, Muslim and urban, wash through the white walled gallery in the Old Museum, Belfast, whose vaulted proportions are in the Christian church vernacular. Water trickles, waves wash, a voice on the public addresses in Arabic. Truck horns pharp, engines rev. We're at traffic lights, near a mosque by a dusty harbour?

Nine, what at first sight might be inexpensively printed colour posters (16 piece laser photo-composites in fact) are pasted directly onto the walls - a catalogue of westerners' cliches of Middle Eastern life. Sacks of pulses in the souk, men in a medina asleep under Pepsi crates, one's face disfigured, a chador, Arabic Hello-style magazines, a pool-side palm. Thus Temple Bar Studio resident installationist Katrina Maguire plays on our preconceptions, inviting us to conjure the cocktail of aromas as Kentucky Fried abuts dusty Bal Al Bahrain Hotel.

Runs until February 26th.