People find it very, very difficult to believe what I've done. Scientists have seen my work and they can't explain it. Even nano-scientists have seen it and been totally shocked. But if any man on Earth wants to challenge me, I'm ready. Bring it on.
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.
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.
As a kid, I lived in a fantasy world. I used to believe ants could talk. Not once did they say thank you.
I heard someone say that it is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than a rich man to get into heaven. I decided to sculpt camels in a needle.
Those that don't believe how small my work is should just come along and see it for themselves.
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'm just honoring my mother's words. She always told me, 'The smaller your work, the bigger your name will become.'
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 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.
When you work at a microscopic level, you have to control every part of your body movement – your fingertips, your joints, the pulse in your fingers.
I always say that failure was my friend. I learned nothing at school, so I just lived in my own world.
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.
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 was told I would become nothing. Now I am showing people how big nothing is.
There are times when I've inhaled my work. There are artworks still inside of me.