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If you are an artist you know there's a cloud floating in a paper you draw. 
There won't be any rain without clouds. Without rain, trees wouldn't grow and without trees, we can't have a paper. Cloud is necessary for the paper. So we can say cloud and paper are into each other. 

If you look deeper at a paper you can even find the sun in it. Without the sun light no plant grows. Nothing grows without the sun light. So there are rays of light in a paper too. The sun and the paper are into each other.

If we continue this observation, we can see the woodmen who cut the woods and also the rice they ate! So there are small seeds of rice in this paper.

Dirt and clean, ugly and beauty, rich society and poor society are into each other.
Let's look closer again and we find ourselves in this paper. Everything is here in this paper.

A note on age 36

I always thought of Vincent Van Gogh's short life and his great artistic talent in painting...his suicide on age 36 and i always had a regret about his life story and I wanted to be a great artist like him and strange I thought I will die in the same age 36. I wondered how will I be when turn 36 and how my art will become. 

Now I am 36 and it doesn't seems to be my last living year also I have no plan to take a suicide. 
I was slept for a long time like a polar bear and when I woke up I seen I have lost many years of my life and I am in the beginning of a new road. There is someone in my life attaching me to life and my old blue vessels feeding from his red warm blood.