Dermot Seymour

b. in Belfast (1956). Lives and works in Mayo, Ireland

“Dermot Seymour’s picture knows what it is doing but does not end up, as so much art of this sort does, merely looking knowing. What strikes you first is not the decodible constituent of the picture but the overall oddity of it, and that the impression of not having got to the bottom of it remains no matter how long you stay with it. The world is viewed here from an enchanted distance. It is made strange and new by the yoking together of heterogeneous things like a Russian helicopter and a wild duck, wildflowers that might have come from Botticelli, and a dead fish that seems to have escaped Hieronymous Bosch; it is also made at one entrancing and inscrutible by the actual quality of the painting itself, where the representation is exactly as it desribed in the catalogue-namely ‘in a style approaching photorealism… [which] creates a bizarre, almost surreal atmosphere’.”

– Seamus Heaney, Fish, Flesh and Fowl, A Retrospective, (2011)