This is one of my mother's artworks, I took some photos when I was up in Scotland; the faces are from local newspapers, mostly, the faces of semi-familiar strangers. The rest of it is shreds of plastic and cardboard and paper, and lots of fragments of mirror.
As you look closer, you catch movement in its depths; your reflection flickering in the mirror-scraps. It took a bit of lining up to make a proper mirror shot of it ... there are a few more views of it over on my flickr pages. I didn't get many because I'd left my spare card at home.
Her house is so pretty, though, and the things in it.