I found this link/website following up something else. I felt it to be something shocking, sad and in some ways beautiful. The images not of what they are, there is no beauty in what we have done, but beauty in the fact that someone has spent time energy and skill telling a little of these precious lives and their preventable deaths.
As I looked at the images I felt there is beauty in the way the Earth has transformed such gross desire for instant throw away gratification by many - look at all those plastic bottle tops mainly from water bottles no doubt, in tableaux worthy of regard; transformed by the skills of a man whose hands like mine have at some time probably been part of the cause of the deaths in the first place.
For me I found the shapes and textures, away from the reality of the waste and pain I may have been part of without knowing, made me think of richly textured wall hangings placed in homage and celebration of the possibility of change.