In 2008, I went to the Taos Rodeo to look for subjects to paint. Because setting up an easel and painting plein air was impractical, I took my camera and sketch book. The contestant had taken off his boots and was stretched out in the back of his truck, just off the canvas, resting before the next event. I thought the painting was complete until I took one final look at the photo, and that's when I saw the cigarette butt for the first time. For me, it makes the painting.