A cigarette, a small a detrimental object. I wanted to stem the beauty of a it and the beauty of the smoke, how something so small and considered ugly can have a beautiful and have an artistic moment. I was smoking a cigarette and it shocked me how something can diffuse into the air until it disappears, but you can still sense it. To pursue this beauty in an artistic manner I used the color, complementary. The smoke drifting away from the cigarette forms a moon, exemplifying the fact that smoke disappears into the night, into a something beyond recognition, but you know its still there because you can smell it, you can sense it.
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