RON Wood from the Stones does paintings, innit? And woodcuts. And pencil sketches, and is a practitioner of various printing techniques, innit?
That information, the simple fact that a member of the Rolling Stones takes time out to make pictures, is by far the most interesting aspect of the exhibition that the guitarist has mounted around the dining room and space above a restaurant in Stephen's Green.
Wood's portraits are, as one would be far too open-minded to have imagined beforehand, of a kind that would almost certainly not be exhibited for any reason other than the fact that the people they feature, and their creator, or both, are celebrities.
As for the images, they do not provide much reward for attention. They are, for the most part, so clumsy that they are almost cute.
The style of Wood's heavy spasms of thick lines feature hard men waving cigarettes, guitars, or (in one drypoint of Keith Richards) a middle finger might be described as Head Shop Naive. The style reaches its apogee in a woodcut featuring John Lennon, a scraggy, overblown muddle in black and gold with religious pretensions.
As a promotional effort for a brand of vodka (which this seems to be) that has, in the past, openly attempted to accrue some of the cultural prestige of contemporary art, this show seems entirely misguided.
Until July 15th