Agony and Ecstasy. Suffering and art collide in the painstaking creations of Jason Shulman.
In Jason Shulman's London studio an occassional, instant click is emanating from a glass dome near my elbow. Within the dome a rueful saga is being played out. A glass of water (silicone, actually) is standing on a plinth. Around the base of the glass, a Solpadeine pill is enacting a slow staccato dance, struggling to clamber into the water, in order, as its maker says, "to be a proper pain-relieving product". It never makes it.