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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.

enter the treadknot

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, June 14, 2012

INTRODUCING- REPTIRE'S SUMMER 2012 “cha-CHING!” COLLECTION

            For this Summer’s collection, we have about 8 different litters of treadknot “cha-CHING!” coin purses, each born of several different tire pedigrees- a few tried and true studs in our bull pen, as well as a few new comer/old timers – (vintage specialty treats…)

            As a whole, this year’s collection features a typical and distinctive Reptire blend. Of course, the sharp-shooters/strikers of this ‘team’ are those which flaunt a New World “hip” urbanism, betrayed by edgy black rubber, and accented by flanking pin stripes of
reflective silver and chrome. These represent “the new breed”, and their force as vehicles to convey hyperactive speed and stealth are formidable.
            However, as older epicurians might enjoy, this urban lust evident in the collection is also tempered by a wholly different set of sensibilities. You might say recognize this as a reoccuring strand of Old World charm. This aura has enigmatically poked its head up like a wisened old turtle throughout the winding river of Reptire’s history, and more and more so these days…like the wisened uncle who shadows his nephew on his first date.
            While we are honoring family history, likewise, we will revisit two pedigree of coin purse that were first shown in the Reptire Designs’ very first batch of tredknot “cha-CHING!”s, when they made their debut exhibition at the Scrap Exchange in 2006.
            We will also visit some reoccurring strands of orientalism found in Reptire Designs’ forms and patterns.
            And finally, we will finish with a tire who’s charms are all American.

Well then,…

            To begin with, we have a Reptire classic- a richly glowing yellowy orange coinpurse, hailing from a fresh but aging gumwall. These coinpurses are generally petit, and absolutely shimmer like gold with a brass snap, chain and clasp.
I tend to think of these as the queens treasure, kidnapped by pirates as it were, its still the Queen’s as far as she’s concerned! Ironically, a pair of Cheng-Shin tires yielded six of these cute kittens! Thusly, a young ladies delight, but also a touch of the Samuri!, especially when the tread dictate a dioganal end cut..

            Another cute, but less successful batch was a set of three red treadknots from an Armadillo tire. This was somewhat of an experiment, as the last batch of Armadillo’s I tried about 8 years ago, at the opening of Reptire Designs, where kind of a dissapointment. Well, they are still red, and I still want them to work, and they still don’t want to work as tredknots, but fortunately, I am told by my friend Kat, they still do perform marvelously as tires!

Far more successful were a set of 4 coin purses made from a yellow BELL STREETSTER tire with a nice band of reflective silver running around the edge.

And EVEN MORE successful as another set of 3 black STREETSTER tires, which with their silver strip, edging along that angular pattern of black embossed rubber, I have to say look preTTy urban chic, and BADASS!

In a similarly modern and urban vein, next we have a tight collection of 3 jumbo tredknots, who have a broad and angular tread pattern, and sort of pale yellow skin along the sidewalls. This coolness is accented by a piercing silver snap and chain hardware, and completed by the word “METRO” embossed along the edge, making it the epitome of New York edge, mixed with European chic. In human terms- think a Russian teenager in New York City, wearing a formfitting tightknit synthetic black sweather, and sterling silver stud in his ear.

Next we have a group of 6 scaly, greeny, swampy coin purses, yielded from two Kenda tires (Japanese).  These also harken back to the original line of “cha-CHING’s” which debuted in their exhibition at the Scrap Exchange’s Green Gallery back in Septmember, 2006. In fact, I believe it was one of these that Director Ann Woodward placed a hold on herself! (though I’m not sure if she got one!). Set with a brass snap and hardware, this brood has a certain old mystery to it, somewhat reminiscent of a race of French-Japanese reptile pirates, hiding out in the murky swamps of the South East….

Our Very Close Runner Up Star Of The Show, excudes a similar old world charm. In fact, so much so is this richly distressed brown rubber, that this collection of six is fashioned from, that I am calling this line “Old World Book Leather”!.. Age and love for the traffic of the roads hands has stained this ancient and worn brown rubber deep and unremmitful hues of chestnut and mahogany. This woven book’s binding is a matrix of cross cut grooves on the diagonal, crested with a supine spine of angular backwards “S’s”.

And finally, the real Bell Of The Ball are these cute petit tredknots that were born of an old Shwinn tire. The sidewalls have a really sort of dusty, dreamy look to them, a sort of light dusting of pale lavender pixy dust, glazed over a buttery salmon that just melts in your eye!
Yum, deliscious.
Another part of this particular rubber’s charm is its perpetual plump and perk. The profile maintains its cup effortlessly, and its sure body responds/performs smoothly and effortlessly.
The farmer’s frisky daughter, a boy’s dream come true!

So that concludes Reptire Designs Summer 2012 “cha-CHING!” Collection.
In a nutshell- New World Stealth and Urbanism, matched by Old World Charm.
A perfect mating of the time testing with the time tested.