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I like travel, to see, I like art, photography and most of all: paper.

Why ? 
  
Paper is the skin of books and the foundations of art. In a way, it's the world; a blank canvas just waiting for you to unleash your creations on.. It's so nondescript, it gets looked over every single day... It's easily damaged. People tear it, rip it, black out it's original colour with ugly dark scribbles. They crumple it into a little ball and toss it away, without a second thought.....
But paper can be fixed. With a helpful hand, a roll of tape, a stick of glue. Sometimes it's completely recycled and turned into something beautiful. Sometime's its simply patched up, collaged with other bits of paper, making a mish-mash of confusion. Sometimes it's drawn on, despite the previous marrings. Beauty combats the ugliness that near destroyed it..
You get paper planes, paper towns, paper moons. Paper dreams. Paper dolls and paper chains and paper trails. Paper bags. Wall paper and wrapping paper and paper routes. Newspaper. Some things only look good on paper, some things aren't worth the paper they're printed on and some people can't fight their way out of a paper bag. There's the Paper Lions and the Paper Kites and the paperwork. Then there's me. I am made of paper.