“I am Gema Galdón and through my hands, with needle, thread, scissors, various materials, empty air and light, I make pieces that my mind recreates at the most unexpected moment; lying face down on the stretcher waiting for the chiropractor, in a museum, in front of a pile of red apples in the market or simply staring at the ceiling. Forms come to me and suddenly there is one that catches me like a riddle, which I need to develop until its end”.