Shirobaby didn’t start as a product, a brand, or some clever idea. It began as something much more personal—a way to create without compromise, to express without having to perform. A way to exist without always having to be seen.

I’ve never been comfortable with putting on a show, especially for systems that reward performance over honesty. So I made something that could carry my voice, my feelings, my moods—without needing a face. That’s how Shirobaby was born. Faceless, but vibrant. Playful, but purposeful. Whimsical, yet rooted in something real.

The name came from a friend who used to call me “Shirobaby”—and it just felt right. The “baby” part especially stuck, because honestly? I am that baby: messy, emotional, naive in the best way. I’m not polished or perfect. But I’m sincere.

And why is Shirobaby a chicken?

Because growing up, I’d get ridiculously excited every time there was a real chicken party at home—when chicken was being cooked and served. The whole house would smell amazing, people would gather, and I’d light up like a firecracker. My uncle would tease me and call me “chicken,” and I’d shoot back with “mutton.” That goofy little inside joke became part of me. And that energy—the warmth, the silliness, the joy of being unfiltered—that’s exactly what lives in Shirobaby.

At first, Shirobaby was just a personal mascot. A little avatar for sharing memories, movies, ideas, and feelings without having to put myself front and center. But it grew. It became a bridge between imagination and reality—a world of its own, built from my inner voice.I’ve spent over ten years learning tools, mastering styles, jumping between mediums—just to feel like I was still never enough. Especially in that world.

You know the one I mean.

The corporate world. The world of brands that preach about ethics and empathy but practice exploitation and erasure. The world where creativity is used like a prop, and people are praised for looking like visionaries while draining others in silence. That world lies. And I realized—I'm not built for it.

I’m not here to fake impact. I’m here to make things. Real things. Things that carry feeling, texture, color, and meaning.

That’s what Shirobaby is. It speaks when I can’t. It shows up when I’d rather not. It lets me keep giving—on my own terms.

This is just the beginning. The future of Shirobaby lies in multidimensional expression: from physical goods to emotional resonance. A small world, maybe—but it’s mine. Built with care, not clout.

No collaborators. No trends.
 Just one soul, creating in truth—through color, craft, and character.