When I first heard that Barack Obama was going to be the first black president, I wanted to do the smallest, biggest tribute in history.

I work between my heartbeat. I have one-and-a-half seconds to actually move. And at the same time I have to watch I don’t inhale my own work.

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

Flying helicopters is what I do for fun.

I became obsessed with making more and more tiny things. I think I was trying to find a way of compensating for my embarrassment at having learning difficulties: people had made me feel small so I wanted to show them how significant 'small' could be.

I'm like a mad professor, but without the spiky hair.

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.