Those that don't believe how small my work is should just come along and see it for themselves.
From Willard Wigan
There are times when I've inhaled my work. There are artworks still inside of me.
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.
My work knocks people out; you've not seen the best of me yet.
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 was told I would become nothing. Now I am showing people how big nothing is.
We didn't have money for toys, so I made my own.
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.
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.
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