It had been quite some time since we’d created anything together or even seen each other, for that matter. As the morning progressed, we laughed, explored, and discussed different ideas around sex, love, art, and life. We stood in front of a wall of prints I had made in preparation for a gallery show when she pointed to a photo of a woman tattooing my leg with a cigarette in her mouth and a new series of photos was born from the question “But what if I was your ashtray?”