While the grass in Ireland may literally be greener, it’s fair to say the old axiom still applies metaphorically when it comes to looking across the fence at these four green fields. To those who left for a better life in the UK or the New World, or indeed their descendants, Ireland is seen as a place where time stands still, where nostalgia is the national state of mind. In this case the situation is reversed, as an Irishman travels abroad to find his long lost relatives.

Noelia Ruiz and Angel Luis Gonzalez, both of Irish-Argentine descent, have cobbled together a sort of multimedia lecture on an Irishman’s search for his granduncle in Argentina, punctuated by fleeting reports from Ruiz on her own experiences of national displacement. It’s hard to call this a performance, with Ruiz and Gonzalez seated behind desks and perched over laptops and microphones, a set-up that is fast becoming a postdramatic cliché. Vague photographs come into focus every now and again, and are meant to resonate with Ruiz’s text somehow. The reality of emigration to South America and beyond is interesting enough, but the piece as a whole comes across as a rough draft in dire need of development.

Jesse Weaver