Noemi Martín’s work revels in imaginary spaces in which perspective is the only form of architecture, and in which her unmistakable ochres, greys and yellows bathe every detail, creating a world which, although imaginary, reflects an infinite number of realities and the most intimate of our sentiments, like a mirror. Sometimes it feels as though we have entered author Carlos Ruiz Zafón’s ‘cemetery of forgotten books’ inspired by the same Barcelona as Martín’s work, both imbued with the same spirit of times past which speak of our hopes and fears.