My smallest work is a little guy I shrank and force to live in a doll house.

I wish.

Because both elements of this image had the same background color, I just slapped them together, deriving nearly zero satisfaction from it. I should have added some shadows to that giant leg. Not gonna.

The fun part is imagining those two, and the setting in which they meet. Maybe it’s a party where the dress code is obviously eclectic. “Buttons are forbidden” and the like. All suitable people in the world have begun shrinking, and our hero has finally reached that wonderful half-sized height, where all manner of amazing, sexy situations take place.

What situations, you ask? I don’t know. I didn’t go to that party.