You know, when I first found out I was born in the Year of the Sheep, I’ll admit — I laughed. Me? Quiet, gentle, peaceful?
And then it clicked. Because what’s more quietly unsettling than a sheep in the fog? What holds more subtle mystery than something that appears soft, but carries depth in its silence?
As a designer, I’m drawn to the beauty of atmospheric horror — not the jump scares, but the mood, the tension in the quiet, the poetry in the pause. And honestly? I think my inner sheep gets it. There’s a soulful, almost haunting calm to this animal — and to the spaces I design.
I work with texture, shadow, and whispered narratives. I like to create visuals that don’t shout, but linger. For those who find comfort in the mysterious, beauty in the muted, and a little wicked wit in the gentle surface of things.
So yes — I’m a sheep.
But maybe not the kind you’d expect to find in the meadow.
More like the one you’d meet in a beautifully eerie, fog-drenched dream.
