I am no longer in heaven now. It is about material and materiality, soil and firm ground. I mould the painting with my hands. I untie, I lay things down, and then the layers of colours merge. Some “pictures” are very photographic; it is deliberate because I like the disorder of the illusion. A series of “drawings” about veils, hidden things, light, black and white and colour too. My tribute to it-Tieqa tad-Dwejra will be “unveiled” next March, on the anniversary date of its collapse, a work of imprints made out of stone, marked with the seal of the earth.