We all ‘experience’, even a newborn has, but isn’t called experienced. If your past is your memory, are experiences your past? Everything I do adds onto my experience, everything I do limits my experience to that doing. When I feel general anxiety thinking about the future, then I remind myself of my experiences, the past. I take the general comfort that is offered and that comfort is depicted in this piece. When I’ll be 40, nothing new may come my way, nothing that’ll surprise me because I would’ve converted my past into experience. A pocket-sized past, pocket-sized experience with me to help me understand whatever is to come. I’ll explain the new through the old. I’ll look in the mirror and take even comfort into knowing that my marks and wrinkles are engraved experiences, that everything I’ve ever done has led me here; every breath, meal, all words I’ve spoken, the pen I chose to buy, the way I sat, the colours I put in this piece: all led me to this second and life wasn’t wasted.
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