Anyone who has lost a piece of work they have slaved over will know the word traumatic sometimes doesn't put too fine a point on it. Yet what if the labour of love you had invested so much of yourself into was smaller than the head of a pin – yet more intricate than many artworks thousands of times its size? Enter the world of micro-miniaturist Willard Wigan, where sculptures stand a fraction of a millimetre tall, all but invisible to the naked eye.
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Friday, June 26, 2009
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