I am sitting downtown in the Courtyard in the cooling air of midnight, a waxy moon above me. All is silent here, save for the churning of a monsterous AC unit, and a tabernacal choir of crickets in the field beyond.
I am totally wooped. My fingers tips are so torn, I can hardly type, and my body in running on gas fumes...
But what a day, what a week, what an evening. What an evening.
Well my peeps done come through for me, in Flying Colors.
Kat brought the beans, home fried tortillas, and big silver bowl of flower juice!
She also brought some major motivation, and industry.
Perrin shown, like a pheonix.
He rose to the challenge. He established himself, as a force of support. He fell into place. Where there was a need, he found it, and he filled it. He put in alot of effort, and as a result, the workshop felt effortless to me. I owe this man considerably.
(And she sewed some too)
Dorothy lassoed and wrestled down this tire steer...
Ride'm cowgirl!
Jill brought her beautiful beaming self, and our Beaudacious Bud Allen.
Ben, brought diesel power.A knack for it, a need for speed.
Eddie and Gwen brought calm. They lent themselves to the task, and seemed to truly be enjoying it, and for this I was thankful.
Actual Worm Farmer Maria brought her Expertise de Gusano!
Matt brought Kat, and his chill vibe, and jesus-like-disposition
(at least, that is what I would like to imagine that Jesus was like...!)
The Triplets of Greensboro brought Sweetness and Charm, and cute new stripy number, for our inspiration.
Roger is just the coolest motherfucker I know, and has been so great to work with, so generous, easygoing and layed back about Everything. I am blessed to have his friendship.
And Alexander, who helped me build Tyrius in the first place, back 2008, REally came through for me in this process this evening. He was helpful, gracious and on top of it all, he was Proactive. He really proved himself to me today.
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| Alex chillin with Stacye after a long evening of preperations |
Thank you Alexander.
Steve and Roberta, brought themselves.
Cindy, Leslie, Julia, brought their enthusiasm.
A nice burly bear of a man brought his family up from Bear Creek, said he saw my article in the paper, had never been to the 3rd Friday event before. That felt good.
Katy brought retribution, for helping her load lumber for her house this summer. That was nice of her.
She was a great help at the Haw River Festival this Summer too.
The sculpture I am building, it is building itself now, as they are wont to do..
Have you ever seen them worms at the beach, that build up a crust around them selves, of odd bits of shell, and debris, from the ocean floor. These guys are scrappin kinfolk, no doubt about it.
See the more I think about it, the more I think that this tire worm is cool and all. But if the piece is to be a tribute to the concept of Reuse, well I think its fallin alittle short of its mark. Its got the form down pat, no doubt in my little mind. But now, it still NEEDS to BRING THE MUSIC! You know what I'm sayin? All them tires, would be about as bald as can be. This monkey needs some hair! It needs some encrustation! It needs a shaggy rind!
So I am gonna FUNK IT UP!.
And to do this, I'll have to take it to Funk Central, where else but The Scrap Exchange?
FUNK MY SCULPTURE, PEOPLE.
ALSO
These friends of mine, they approached it with real industry. They counted how many, and estimated how many hours it would have taken me, they saved me :) And indeed, according to their calculations, it was about 8 hours of work. Having sewed the last 75 tires, I know that this would have wore my fingers the *&*^&^ out.
I should not be greedy, but I have to wonder if these guys are hungry any for more. Several people commented on how relaxing the sewing task was.
I agree, it is very therapuetic actually. It is begining to wonder, perhaps my artisans coopertaive, is not in Tanzania, or even a local team of Central American imagres. Maybe it is a team of folks that speak my own language, (culturaly, which maybe counts for alot...), and perhaps has a hunger, like I once did, for creatively stimulating work with their hands.
How a bout the Siler City/Durham Worm Works?
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The Installation at 233, Roger Person's installation space, in the back of which we sewed more worm sections, (to create the knot pictured above). |
