Okay, you caught me... building flying machines is actually my favourite thing. Sometimes my ideas just get too big to be contained in jewellery and they end up as purely sculptural playthings of my pure dreaming. I’m always trawling through flea markets and trying to crawl into other peoples’ attics; collecting old bits of typewriters, clocks, gravy boats, chandeliers, stethoscopes; to rework into whacky and adorable little characters who are sure they Can.