All creatures are great and small.

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.

All creatures are great and small.

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

My teacher said my brain was the size of a pea. He made my life miserable by singling me out in the classroom as a failure.

I started making houses for ants because I thought they needed somewhere to live. Then I made them shoes and hats. It was a fantasy world I escaped to where my dyslexia didn't hold me back and my teachers couldn't criticize me. That's how my career as a micro-sculptor began.

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