My work knocks people out; you've not seen the best of me yet.

At home, when the heating pipes made noises, I imagined a tiny person was in there skipping with a rope. The fantasy world of tiny things became my escape.

At school I'd want to be so small that nobody could see me, and so my work depicts and reflects me - what it felt like to grow up in a world of pain.

As a kid, I lived in a fantasy world. I used to believe ants could talk. Not once did they say thank you.

All creatures are great and small.

The microscopic world became my obsession.

When I was a kid, I had trouble at school because of my learning disabilities. Carving is my body compensating for the lack of other skills.