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.

The microscopic world became my obsession.

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.

All creatures are great and small.

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

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.