As far as my memories take me back into the early years of my life, I remember two obsessions that always possessed me day in and day out consistently and persistently, namely my fascination for the built – heritage of my country and my fondness to play with wet clay. With the former I was enamored because of the vivacity, monumentality, diversity of surface treatment and above all its antiquity and Diasporas in time and space. As regards wet clay, I am always impressed with its silken touch, its malleability to adapt to any shape; its readiness to bend, fold and mold; its agility to let it be carved and...