For the past two years, I’ve photographed small piles of sticks and leaves placed near a driveway at Mt. Carmel by a BVM Sister who was experiencing beginning signs of dementia. In my conversations with Sister, I discovered that her aim in this gathering ritual was to beautify the landscape and to calm her mind. The branches exist as ancient cairns, marking her daily walks.

The images of the stick piles disappear with the veiled layers of the installation when viewed from the front, suggesting the personal diminishment one experiences with advancing dementia. The title, I Don't See Anything That's Not Beautiful, comes from a conversation with Sister.