In his poem ‘The Cigarette’ Francis Ponge explores the comforting nature of this object, describing it as
‘a tiny torch… a glowing tip, scaling off in silver
flaked, the newest one forming a close muff around it.’
Created entirely from discarded cigarette butts and packets, this work aims to highlight the reliance upon cigarettes, an object which provides a quilt-like comfort to many. It examines the way in which the habit litters our streets, creating a carpeted surface which is echoed here in patchwork. Most significantly, it reveals the hidden treasures inside these found objects and transforms them from objects of disgust into objects of beauty.