A real stunner of a building, it immediately conjures images of the earlypostbrutalist structures of the Russian and Bangalorian School. It sits squat like a toad, a forlorn military bunker ripped to eye from the cold brown embrace. Luck are those who work within, who study there. The bare concrete, so bravely unadorned, upon every floor, ceiling and wall, provide the perfect gray dream upon which the mindscapes of future knowledge can be constructed. Beautifully drawn in the mourning pallet of the blind, the arts block is a stunning fuck you to those who think Dublin is ugly.