I am not a smoker. At least, not anymore. I liked the irony of the idea of making an ashtray that wasn’t really about smoking but about giving form, or a visual to the seductive appeal and disgust that you feel sometimes even as you inhale. I almost enjoyed smoking partly because it reminded me of my mortality.
For over a year now, I’ve been collecting bags of rubbish from my dentist. In one allotment there was half of a mold of someone’s mouth, I thought doubled, it would make a perfect vessel. I have a dark sense of humor so I quickly thought of the shape and idea of teeth as a grotesque ashtray. However I thought if it was made in bronze, slick and shiny, it would have an abject attraction. After I made this, I read that Damien Hirst said that smoking shows a life cycle and that an ashtray is like a crematorium. I like that sentiment, even though I don’t entirely like him.