Welcome

Ahoy Matey, and Welcome to REPTIRE, an intermittent ‘ship’s blog’, chronicling the slow rise in the South Easterly skies of Reptire Designs; a studio that designs and crafts always artful, and sometimes useful THINGAMABOBS from old Indian Cucachou, aka ReTired Rubber.

Down Below, Ye shall find a permanent 'flagship post' marking the Maiden Voyage of Reptire Designs.

And below that, in the ‘hull’, can be found more recent posts chronicling the daring new adventures of Reptire Designs, dashed with small bits of whimsy, spotted pickerel, local color, and lizard lore..

In fact, on the right, in pale purple, ye shall find the Captain's Log’s Table of Previous Posts, which ye can peruse by year, month, and title to ye hearts content.

If ye haven't gotchyer sea legs yet, My Pretty, Ye can take a gander at our website at www.reptiredesigns.com, to get a proper Landlubber's Introduction.

Thanks for stopping in, I do hope you enjoy your visit aboard this ship! HARHARHARHAR.......

Sincerely, Travius Von Cohnifus

Captain, Founder, Indentured Servant, Rubber Alligator Wrestlor Extraordinaire a' this here ship.

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Welcome
On September 26th, 2006, I launched my tire art/design business, Reptire Designs, with a solo exhibition of my artwork in The Green Gallery at The Scrap Exchange Center for Creative Reuse, in Durham, NC. For many reasons, it was a night that I will always remember, and I am grateful to Laxmi (my girlfriend at the time) and Edie (my mother, still) for dutifully documenting while I shmoozed, so that I may now shmare a taste of the evening with anyone who was not able to attend...



On a cool but lively autumn night-before-Center Fest, a stream of friends and curious strangers trickled (like pebbles through a rain stick) through the forest of odds and ends (that roost at night in The Scrap Exchange), out into the warm light of the back savanna, a scene utterly glopped with bizarre rubbery hybrids. Tentative and curious, the visitors craned their necks, nibbled, pecked, stood back, moved in closer. From the walls, glassy mirror eyes gazed back through black unblinking eyelids, while beneath the visitor's feet, in a steamy drainage cistern, a mortal drama unfolded. Primordial forms, with no eyes at all, sat puckered on stoops. A cascade of glittering steal droplets formed a curtain, to which clung a colony of tiny tire knotlettes.

Vito D., a long-time collabator down from the Asheville area, caressed the warming air with his Strange Little Folk music. I bobbed and I flit, and at an increasing clip-someone must have opened the faucet a bit....for soon I was swooning, I just about lost it! As the evening progressed, to my delight and amazement, 'family' from Durham, Chapel Hill, Pittsboro, Hillsboro, Siler City, Asheville, and Fresno all made it! From the Cohn Clan to the Steudel Clan to the CFS Clan; from the WWC Clan to the Duke Ac Pub Clan to the SAF Clan; from the Bike Shop Clan to the Ninth St. Clan to the Scrap Clan... and every one in between, guys, they were all appearing before my stunned, blinking eyes. While I spun and I splayed, Vito now played-CHURNED- up a torrent of gritty ditties; while a staff volunteer (Brandon's a photographer, I swear) whipped up pitchers of Mango Lassies. And The 'Scrap Exchange girls' worked the door, the counter, and the floor, going "cha-CHING!", cha-CHING!","cha-CHING!".!.



By the end of the night, hundreds of friends, acquaintances and had-been-strangers had poured in, poured over the work, and partaken in, what was for me and my art, a monumental communal feast. And on top of it all, I got to place many of my preemies in hands that I love and trust, and in several instances, hands that fit them like gloves. What a privilage to be able to connect with people this way. Heading into the turbid seas of small business, I can confidently say that if I drown tomorrow, I am at least blessed today with the memory of (as Vito later put it) one authentically good Durham night.



Thanks to all of you who were there; in body and/or spirit.





Reclaimed-wood Builder and Reptire Collector Howard Staab enjoying magwi knot at the Scrap Exchange

Reclaimed-wood Builder and Reptire Collector Howard Staab enjoying magwi knot at the Scrap Exchange
I can't think of anything more rewarding for an artist than to see someone interacting with their artwork. Photo by Laxmi Haynes

Sammy and Dannette contemplate

Sammy and Dannette contemplate
Photograph by Laxmi Haynes

Cascade Colony of Knotlets

Cascade Colony of Knotlets
They would go with your jacket, would they not Claire?

Laxmi Resplendent

Laxmi Resplendent

Mavis In The Mist

Mavis In The Mist
Photograph by Laxmi Haynes

Tire Amazement

Tire Amazement
Photograph by Edie Cohn

Thursday, October 20, 2011

RECLAMATION: Orb Weaver Spider

The Installation of Orb Weaver Spider
RECLAMATION @ Hermitage Museum & Gardens
Location: The Rose Garden



RECLAMATION BLOG: OUTDOORS the spider

One of the pieces that I wanted to include in the show was ‘Orb Weaver’, a large garden spider that I had made previously out of an old Singer sewing machine body that my good friend, sculptress Ana Howard, who appreciates creepy old things, had given to me.
The sewing machine constitutes the thorax of the spider, and to this I attached 8 gangly legs from racing bicycle tires, as well as a face, fashioned from innertube, and some brass snaps, to match the ornamentaion of the machine.

I have used a tire sphere for the abdomen, but have also contemplated ‘spinnin’ up something a little more substantial.

If you live in Siler City, you might have seen this gal hanging under the landing of the stairs up to my studio, guarding my bicycle, or crouched up in a corner of one of the windows of the old Belk building on Chatham Ave., which the current owners of Budd Tire generously let me use to display sculpture. (I have him positioned up in the corner, to give passerby a scare).



I thought Orb weaver would be a perfect addition to the sort of creepy, haunted houseness of Hermitage, and I thought that I had found a perfect knave near the entry, for him to wait in.

However, when it came time to install, I was not able to find a sufficient way to mount her with out drilling into the wood or brick of outbuilding it was nestled against.

However, Jolima, the Columbian Gardener, had another, brilliant suggestion..
Under the trellis of the Rose Garden!...She pointed out that with all of the clematis vines growing around it, it would be a very natural setting to place it in.

It also occurred to me that this beautiful rose garden, with its soft textures of petals and leaves, would be a fine setting for this spider, who would cut a sharp silhouette, with its black creeping legs (I plan to redo them in black for Halloween), position in the rear entry way to the garden.

There was still the trick for this one of suspending it, as the cas-iron sewing machine weighs probably 25 pounds alone. Fortunately, the trellis lent itself very well to this task, with a choice of  several beams running perbendicular to one another to hang it from.
Also, the doorway made by the brick columns on either side, and the wooden beam running across the top, provided at least the potential for a place for a ‘spider’ to build its web….

To hang the spider, I had to go searching for some good strapping, and a carabeaner.
I had seen an army surplus store our on Military Highway (Norfolk is a Naval Port).
While the gal there didn’t know what I was talking about when I asked for strapping (I think she thought it was kinda kinky), I did find many different kinds there, finally settling on some kind of back pack harness thing that I reappropriated for my spider sling.
I also got a carobiner.


The idea was for the staff to be able to take the thing down if someone wanted to have her wedding photos taken in the rose garden (I still can’t understand why they wouldn’t want to have my tire-spider in their wedding photos…)






THE WEB
The web had to wait until the end. I had to save it, because I had so much to do, and I felt like the spider could stand on its own if it needed to. I also had never built a spider’s web, though I have dreamed of it for sometime now, though albeit, on a smaller scale…
Fortunately, I was able to squeeze it in at the very end, in the days right before the opening, and fortunately, though I was making it up as I went along, it rolled out pretty smoothly, giving me the rush I needed to go back and forth, from the rose garden to the studio, back to the hardware store, etc…collecting supplies, and pulling things together…



 For the web, I used some of the bamboo that my good friend Barbara, a gardener there, had brought me, from her neighbor’s yard.






With this, I made a rectangular frame, which I strapped to the iron trellis supports, bolted to the brick columns. For fastening these, I fashioned some pretty descent tethers from some bungy cord hooks that I found at the hardware store, and of course, my favorite accomplice of bondage, bicycle tire innertubes. I have to say, I was pretty proud of these.


Once I had gotten this frame in place, where I wanted it, (which was as out of site as possible), I began to attach long strands of ball-chain, across the form, up/down, across, and diagonally, using zipties to attach it to the bamboo frame. 

I made sure to leave some 
Extra at the ends, as I knew that adjustments would need to come at the end.
Once I had these more or less where I thought that I wanted them, I took the plunge, and clipped them in the middle, attaching them instead to a key ring for the center.
Then I took a thinner guage of ballchain, and ran around the web, for the lateral struts.
I used the thinner guage for two reasons. One, ballchain is really expensive when purchasing it through a hardware store. Fortunately, the owner was willing to cut me a little bit of a break on a large quantity, which I was very grateful for. However, his wife was not so generous or understanding, and I lost the discount when I found her at the register).
So I had to finish out my order with the cheaper stuff. Secondly, spiders actually use a thinner guage strand for these lateral rungs, so it kind of worked out!



SPIDER VISITATION
Ironically, I ran into Garden Spiders twice during my time in Norfolk, once behind the Greyhound bus station, when I went to take a leak, dropping off the RV.



 And the second during the time that I was installing the show (after the spider, before the web).


The spider was actually on the front door of the museum, and seemed to be attempting to build his web there. I could only surmise that he was trying to capture one of those cute museum staffers, and while his efforts seemed in vain, I really couldn’t blame him for trying.

What was pretty effective though, was the way he wiggled his butt every time he wanted to put down a dab of webbing. I don’t know how that helps, but I thought, if it works for him, maybe it will work for me….needless to say, I didn’t catch any cute museum stafflings either.

 


Spider Creeper