I write illustrated novels as modern parables.

A physicist once described quantum mechanics as a blueprint for a vast, beautifully designed building, in which every system worked, every detail was accounted for. And yet, within the plan, there seemed to be a hidden room: no doors, no windows, no explanation of what was inside. That image stayed with me.

I like to imagine the contents of that locked room.

That’s how my stories begin.

I began drawing to see the stories more clearly. What started as simple sketches alongside my writing gradually became part of the work itself—illustrations not as decoration, but as another way of thinking on the page.