The terraced irrigation of hillsides has always fascinated me. It is a moment in which human intervention meets natural topography in a harmonious, poetic way. Inspired by these moments, as well as by the travertine terraces of places like Yellowstone, US, and Pamukkale, Turkey, the mirror drips down the wall, projecting a topography onto its planar surface. As with any topography, the nature of the mirror changes as we navigate around it, and gaze into it from different perspectives. Straight on, our reflection is whole – but as we move across it we see the brass edging begin to defy its own materiality, and we see ourselves fragment, splinter into pieces, and scatter across the room. We no longer see ourselves, only pieces of ourselves dispersed across time and space.