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, June 14, 2012

The Life And Passing Of The Beloved Dorrit Zucker

On a personal note, I would like to mark the recent passing of my dear Grandmother Dodo, Dorrit Zucker Cohn.

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Dodo was always an awesome Grandmother to me, in part because she was always very supportive of my pursuing fine art as a career (as crazy a career move as that is). Maybe so, but for Dodo, it was a very respectable dream to pursue. And the more that I have learned about Dodo (in this past year that she had been with us in Durham), the more I understand that the reason that she supported me in these wild ambitions might have had something to do with her own story.

My Grandma Dodo was born into a family, in which, maybe in some ways, she did not belong.
As she herself explained to me, her Czech Jewish family's main focus was amassing wealth and status (which, for a people who had been beaten down and  kicked around Europe for hundreds of years, was maybe an understandable ambition). But Dodo, maybe sort of a black sheep in the family, was more interested in the world of ideas. And for these curiosities, her only real source of acceptance and encouragement came from her Uncle Jenda, and her Aunt Marenka, who stayed behind to live in Prague, while the rest of the family moved to Austria, to pursue their industrial enterprises (running hat and furniture factories).

However, her father did support her interests in Science, and so she was able to persuade her family to let her go off to college, where she studied Physics. It was there that she met my Grandpa, Robert Cohn, with whom she had my Dad, Steve, and my Uncle, Rick.

She then went on to get her graduate degree at Harvard, while raising these two upstanding young men on her own! And this was at a time when women were not readily accepted in Universities- Dorrit was one of the first 5 women to obtain tenure at Harvard!

There, Dorrit taught for many years, gaining the friendship and admiration of her colleagues, and many a graduate student! Dorrit's field was French and German Comparative Literature, specifically, Narratology. (she once recently passed onto me a book entitled "The Narrative Strategies of The Bible"! (I still have it). She also published several books, which are still so revered in her field, that she recently was awarded a Lifetime Achievement Award for her contribution to the study of literature. For this, she would attribute some of her contribution to her studies in Physics, which she once told me gave her a methodology for looking (at complex things).

In the past years, Dodo developed Parkinson's disease, which made it increasingly hard for her do basic physical tasks, like cook, walk and finally talk (not that that ever stopped her from trying, up to the end!) I can only imagine the frustration of having such a superior command over 3 different languages, and not being able to use any of them!

However, I feel very grateful that this past year, Dodo moved down to a Nursing Home in Durham, giving my family the chance to see her more. This gave me the chance to spend more time with her than I had ever gotten previously, and it was nice to have the chance get to know Dodo on a more regular basis than I had ever really had previously (she had lived in Boston).

Dodo was always very curious to hear reports about all of my minor and major successes as a visual artist. She seemed somewhat amazed, somewhat gratified, and, I think maybe even a little bit proud.

I miss my Grandma Dodo. In a way, I feel like I was, or am, just getting to know her...