Today, at 65, I am still the child who started dreaming of living a creative life all those years ago, free and solid as a tree. This is how I began: contemplating, writing poetry, and making drawings, curious to know about art and artists. I took long walks through the bare hills of my then very small town, Amman, where our house was surrounded by ancient ruins dating back many millennia, to the age of the Ammonites, the Edomites and the Nabataeans, who were all stone carvers, and I felt and still feel that I belong to these ancestors, and to my Mother Earth.