We are creatures of vanity. Mirrors are magnets.

Mirrors are ubiquitous--our familiarity with them is infinite. That is the beautiful trickery of it. The subtleness of the manifestation is the hook in itself. This time, it’s not just you... but the ghostly image of a Native American woman who fell victim to rape, abduction or murder. Indigenous women have long been considered invisible and disposable to society. Broken mirrors are testament to the broken lives of Indigenous women.

The jagged mirrors, composed of folds, build a holistic vision of the beauty and the shadows. The sky, who carries the Native winds who whisper to the lives of lost souls, is reflected. Wind, in Native American culture, is a form of balanced communication and the symbol of eternal breathing and a free life. Reflections of the precious land that Indigenous people grew, loved, learned, and played on are eerily sculpted in the background. Feelings of wrongful invasion arise. Viewers then imagine being stolen from their homes.

Each mirror honors the unknown number of Native women lost to atrocities each year. While missing person statistics are compiled for other demographics, none exist for Native American women. The exact numbers are elusive.

The mirror rests such that the viewer sees themselves staring into the eyes of deep sorrow. Native womens’ chronic invisibility is perpetuated, as the mirror offers no identification. Looking in the mirror, we know our names, but society does not know or value the women with the eyes, crying before us.