The PocketDog Story

When I was a child we lived in an apartment and I wasn't allowed to have a dog which I desperately wanted. My grandma told me about these very small dogs, called pocket dogs. I now know she must have meant a miniature breed, but my 6 year old self ran away with Pocket Dog. I imagined how I could carry this dog in and out of our house unnoticed, and I started making a small house for him that could fit on my top bunkbed. I used a cardboard box and cut out little windows, I made a bed and a rug and some cushions... I was constantly on a look out for things I could use to improve the set up. 

Even though my Pocket Dog never actually materialised it managed to spark my imagination and turn me into a maker.

Recently I realised just how much of an impact this had on me. I still love working small, creating tiny things brings me joy and I believe I have my grandma and Pocket Dog to thank for it. So I decided to start PocketDog.Ceramics to satisfy this side of my creative process. Sometimes one of the little things grow into a bigger piece and starts their own collections. But as a rule everything I make starts as a tiny clay doodle.