03 | Who knows a mirror that is not itself?
- Regina Broersma
- Sep 13
- 1 min read
Lately I find myself meeting mirrors again and again — in glass, but also in encounters, in memories that echo and shift. A silver shimmer that, when you look closely, always shows something else.
In my work (Recollections), I see how images never return the same: they break open, they shift, they show me something other than what I thought was there.
From this, a new Reflection emerged.
The third is titled:
Who knows a mirror that is not itself?
Every surface bends, every gaze is fractured. It shows more than it holds, and less than we remember.
What remains after the gaze has shifted?
