I painted this tiny branch while my husband was away for military training. Alone in a new province that his career brought me to, I returned to a place in nature, where we had spent a precious afternoon, and brought home a branch with silvery, iridescent leaves that I remembered seeing. I held a photo-like memory of the plant in my head. After returning to the place of that moment, and gathering the branch, I felt like he was closer, having something physical to hold, from our time together. I tried to paint an image of how vulnerable and fragile it was, yet how resilient. It was dried, and yet those berries and leaves clung to the branch without breaking off.