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.
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.
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
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
Photograph by Laxmi Haynes
Cascade Colony of Knotlets

They would go with your jacket, would they not Claire?
Laxmi Resplendent

Mavis In The Mist
Photograph by Laxmi Haynes
Tire Amazement

Photograph by Edie Cohn
Sunday, August 3, 2014
ENVIRONMENTALITY PUBLIC ART STUDIO AT THE FESTIVAL FOR THE ENO
ENVIRONMENTALITY PUBLIC ART STUDIO
This
year at the Eno was a little bit extra challenging for me, but by the same
token, in the end it was also a little bit extra rewarding!
Why
is that? Well, because this year, I decided to bring to the Festival For The
Eno a whole other operation in addition to my Reptire Hut, and that was the
EnvironMentality Public Art Studio!
What is the EnvironMentality Public Art Studio?
Well here is my vision, and how it came to be formed…
BACK GROUND
As
you probably are aware, our water supply in NC is gravely threatened at this
moment in time.
While
such disasters as the Duke Energy dumping of many tons of toxic coal ash (a
byproduct of burning coal) into the Dan River, in the Northern portion of the
State have appearently been going on for decades here in NC, our water, soil
and air quality/safety now faces a threat beyond our worst nightmares,
presented by the Hydraulic Fracturing Industry, and our colluding lawmakers.
This
process of extracting gasses from shale rock deposites had been proven fatally
flawed by its own inventor, Geologist Tony DeGraffi, who has publicly spoken
out against the industry’s rush ahead with the technology, with out solving its
crucial problems. The result in places like Pennsylvania and Wyoming: poisoned
wells, flammable tap water, radioactivity, poisoned wildlife, and people
imprisoned in homes which have become unliquidable industrial nightmares.
And
what is perhaps almost as disturbing, or maybe even more, is witnessing the
erosion of Democracy around this issue. A viewing of Josh Fox’s documentary
GASLAND 2 will leave you reeling with the (more or less startling) realization
that our supposed protectors in the US Government have been insipiently
corrupted by the powerful lobbyists of the Gas and Oil Industry.
Democracy
blitzing tactical maneuvers have become wholly characteristic of this
powerfully lobbied industry, it seems from day 1! For a great example, recall
Dick Cheyne, a Haliburton Gas and Oil Extecutive, rising to the second highest
office in the United States of America, to carve out the ‘Haliburton Loophole’
in the Clean Water Act, by which he and his billionaire cronies can rape our
country’s land without impunity, exempting themselves from the Clean Water Act,
and dozens of other hard won protections to our environment. (Never mind his
oil tycoon ‘boss’!...)
And
sadly, our state has followed this money trail, hook line and sinker. Passing
bill B____
The haste and stealth with which this was bypassed through our legistlation by powerful interests led
one writer, to ask poignantly: “So, in North Carolina, are we living in a
Democracy, or a Dictatorship?” (Charles Ritter, in letter to Chatham County
Line, Volume 12, Issue 6 July/August 2014).
It is unfortunately, a fair question at this juncture in our
states history, and our sad state of affairs, I am afraid, here in North
Carolina.
With
looming feelings of powerlessness in the face of disasters at work in the
highest reaches of office, I realized that, if nothing else, I wanted to engage
young people in a discussion of these issues. After all, it is they who are
going to be living their adult lives in the midst of this problem that we are
creating now. They will be left to raise their own children on tainted water
supplies.
So
that is when I started to wonder how I could engage young people in that
discussion.
I
thought of the young latino high school students, that I worked with on a
collage project with at El Vinculo Hispano in Siler City, about how they would
be effected by this too. We think we feel alienated from this process that we
will be mortally impacted by…I wonder how they feel!...
So
then I realized that maybe I had to do some art projects with young people.
But I didn’t know what or where, or when or how.
But
then, at an Earth Day festival in Durham, I ran into Reclaimed Materials Artist
Extraordinaire Bryant Holsenbeck. I floated the idea to her, and she loved it,
and encouraged me to do it. I also floated the idea to Ann Woodward, a long
time friend, and Director of The Scrap Exchange, who was very encouraging also.
And so I called the Festival For The Eno right then and
there, and made them my proposal.
Elaine Chioso, Nathalie Worthington.
Site question.
Carrie Fields (had worked collage with Youth Group)
Jessica Wilkins- worked with kids at CIS, studying art at UNC Greensboro
Elizabeth Cox- first met at Haw River Festival, Shakori Kids
Tent
Phil Cox- High School Science Teacher in Chatham County Public Schools
Rachel Cohn- great collage Artist.
Ruben Gonzales- good collage artist too.
INDOOR TIRE FURNISHINGS FOR THE FESTIVAL FOR THE ENO
INDOOR FURNISHINGS: TALKING TREADS
And
so, on the same note, I also had a great time devoting some serious time this
year to a line of Reptire indoor furnishings that I have recently been longing
to get back to.
That is my Talking Treads series of ‘wall mounted artful
furnishings, encapsulated within the resplendent rind of the tire’.
These
were an original member or my original Reptire Brood / Pantheon.
They were star hitters at the Grand Opening of Reptire
Designs in 2006, and they have performed well over the years, including winning
second prize at the Spriritual Visions Exhibition at Hermitage Museum and Gardens
which eventually led to RECLAMATION at the same venue.
In
2008, I flirted with a great fundraiser project with NCATI (The North Carolina Art Therapy Institute), incorporating these into an art show at a bar, though sadly, this wonderful idea never quite made it off the ground.
But
I recently realized that these have a lot of potential to get fun and beautiful
tire art out into the world, that is not being realized. And so I have been
focusing my efforts on developing these into an array of product lines.
It
has truly been a pleasure watching these bold but eloquent furnishings come
together again, realizing new heights for play with comfort and color in
fabrics a bicycle tire ‘leather’.
REPTIRE FASHION COUTIRE FOR THE FESTIVAL FOR THE ENO
....continued from previous blog
River Coutire Corner
And SO, this year, I chose to make a top priority of
creating the Fashion CouTire corner, right up front. As I worked on this, I had
a blast, and it really began to come together. A few interesting developments
evolved from this…..
MICRO- Intricate Formal aTire
From the Reptire Fashion Coutire Corner has sprung several
new product lines (or at least, these were given a chance to develop). A few
star examples are ‘Orouboros Street Snake Belts’, and ‘Reptire Formal aTire’
such as ‘Flo Ties’ and ‘Flat Tire Suspender Sets’. My diminutive little
Alligator Grabbors friends found their place there too, and I’m holding out a
place for my HeLLO holsters, and several other Fashion Coutire product lines!....
ON THE MACRO BOOTH SCALE
On the macro scale, having a consolidated corner of fashion
couture (The Fashion Coutire Corner?...) also helped me to finally create a
more over arching organization to my booth space. Opposite of the Coutire
corner is the Garden Porch section, which features Reptire’s Outdoor
Furnishings, such as planters and the like.
And inside of the Reptire Caravan/Hut, one can find
(appropriately) indoor furnishings.
I don’t know why it has taken me so long to come to this
over arching principle (and who knows, it is just an ongoing experiment), but
for the time being, it seems like an approach towards the user experience which
seems worth trying and persuing.
PREPARING for the Festival For The Eno!
Last year, I did really well with such outdoor furnishings
as my Tirarium Planters and Dragonz Eye Talismen.
REPEAT SUCCESS?....
You would think I would attempt to repeat this success this year, and perhaps I should have. But instead, I chose to focus on a spontaneous development that happened last year, when some kind angel
(or two?) gave me some feedback, and suggested that I bring some of my smaller items right up to the front of my booth. While I had flirted with this here and there in the past, I had always imagined this corner to be more in the back, near a rear check out counter. This idea of moving it up front was kind of game changer and a epiphane for me. Its not something I would have thought of, but when I tried it the next day, it made sense and fell/locked into place, the more and more I looked at it.
(or two?) gave me some feedback, and suggested that I bring some of my smaller items right up to the front of my booth. While I had flirted with this here and there in the past, I had always imagined this corner to be more in the back, near a rear check out counter. This idea of moving it up front was kind of game changer and a epiphane for me. Its not something I would have thought of, but when I tried it the next day, it made sense and fell/locked into place, the more and more I looked at it.
KEEPING OPEN
This is a good example of why I try to keep myself open to and welcoming of suggestions from others. It’s so easy for an artist to get tunnel vision; sometimes an outside perspective can offer such valuable insights. Taking criticism and suggestions can be difficult, and it is a skill/ability that I am still developing (read "struggle with, and take poorly"!). But I know that my booth has benefited immensely from several great suggestions over the years at the Festival For The Eno. This kind of customer feedback and audience trial-by-fire is part of the reason that I keep returning!
Sunday, July 14, 2013
SNAPPING TURTLE SOUP 2- Sharing The Love
Both last night (Saturday), and the night before (Friday), I had the occassion to attend two seperate very special potlucks, shared by some great people, who I already knew, or am happy to now know.
Of course this was a good oppurtunity for me to share this New Brew- Snapping Turtle Stew!
I have to say that it was much better recieved than I ever could have expected. While it was certainly not for every one, I was pleased to discover that from many, it was met with curiosity to try something new!
I am glad to know that my friends appreciate a special oppurtunity when it lands in front of them,
as this is much the spirit in which I undertake these adventures also.
As they say, sometimes life drops a miniature godzilla in your lap.
You gotta be ready to make godzilla stew!
Of course this was a good oppurtunity for me to share this New Brew- Snapping Turtle Stew!
I have to say that it was much better recieved than I ever could have expected. While it was certainly not for every one, I was pleased to discover that from many, it was met with curiosity to try something new!
I am glad to know that my friends appreciate a special oppurtunity when it lands in front of them,
as this is much the spirit in which I undertake these adventures also.
As they say, sometimes life drops a miniature godzilla in your lap.
You gotta be ready to make godzilla stew!
"AUTOPIA"
Autopia
I
just recently stumbled upon a great, big, fascinating book at our local
library, entitled Autopia.
The
book takes a sweeping look at the place and influence of the automobile on
human culture, from a variety perspectives, both within American culture, and
also in other cultures around the world. Literature, Economics, Popular Music,
Urban Planning were just a few of the angles discussed.
THE AUTOMOBILE AND THE VISUAL ARTS
Of
course, one of the chapters that I was most curious about was the influence
that the Automobile has had on the Visual Arts, as well as the influence that
the visual arts have had on the automobile. Indeed, from the automobile’s
conception, there has been an intimate and reciprocal relationship between the
visual arts and the automobile, that of course continues to this day.
ORIGINS OF THE AUTOMOBILE
It might be telling that the first sketches of such a motion
machine are found in the sketchbooks of none other than Leonardo Di Vinci.
Then?
Futurists- grabbed onto idea, raw energy of speed. Some good
paintings came out, that appeal to my eye. Serpentine.
However,
the main thrust of frenzy that the Futurists were tapping into has led to one
of recent histories sadder chapters. Futurism carried over into Fascism.
Nazism. Carnage.
It is quite telling that Hitler (as the author reports) was
a great admirer of Henry Ford.
For indeed, one could darkly posit (yet correctly, I think),
that the holocost was in essence an industrialized pogrom.
As the poisonous dusts of war cleared, and the world began
to reexamine itself, the next
generation of artists to pick up on these ideas stirred up by the automobile
looked at them from a slightly different angle. Far less frenzied, but still with
plenty of energy, and more curiosity, Artists such as Marcel Duchamp began to
dissect the automobile, in much the same way, the author points out, as the
Renaissance artists of Di Vinci’s time took to dissecting the human body.
Of
course, it wasn’t so much the automobile’s parts that they were dissecting, as
the experience of velocity that the automobile afforded. Such cool and graceful
dissections as Duchamp’s Nude Descending A Staircase stand out against the rash
brutality of many of the Futurists expressions, however, such a painting does
resonate I find with some of
Giacomo Balla’s paintings (such as Abstract Speed, 1913), in their
mesmerization with rhythm, frequency and form.
And
of course, this novel, dizzying, and somewhat fragmented experience of seeing
the world in fast forward was a major interest of, and influence on the Cubists
(which I was supprised that the Author did not mention).
One
thing that I was amused to see mentioned was a comparison by the Futurists, of
classical architecture to the automobile, which they proudly touted as far
superior to the former. This immediately called to my mind a photograph that I
recently took while on a visit to Central Europe, to explore my Jewish family
roots, as well as the European cultures that they had been feeding for the past
several centuries.
One
of my very first experiences of Germany was stumbling across an antique car
show in Cologne. There, in row upon row layed out before that fair city’s
graceful Gothic Cathedral, a milleu of proud car owners, and other fanatics had
assembled to worship their idols of design and speed. “Clearly, the Germans
worship the auto” I poked at several of the German bystanders I met there, who
all nodded in sheepish agreement.
“Not only that; they touch their cars more than they do
their wives” muttered an attractive woman, whose husband was busily buffing a
head lamp.
So, I must ask myself. If there is a long tradition, and
relationship between the visual arts and the auto, where does the artwork made
from tires that Reptire Designs creates fit in to this long tradtion or story?
Ironically, I can’t say that I personally identify very much
with the Futurists, at least the Futurists of their own time.
Well before I was born, their Futurist ‘Future’ had already
become my family’s ‘History’. And it was not one that we had the privilage to
revel in; for it was our people, like many others, who were squashed beneath
Fascism’s frenetic, ravenous wheels.
Also ironically, as the author points out, many of the
Futurists themselves ended up dying on the front at their own proverbial wheel.
I do admire Balla’s painting, and I am curious to learn more
about his series.
Ultimately, this leads to one important aspect of the
automobile that I did not see directly referred to in the book, the
relationship of the automobile to wildlife, specially those creature who find
their life cycles disrupted, and often terminated on our highways.
Poem about dead possum.
Road kill- my own fascination with it.
The holocost.
Tire Art. A way of reclaiming the tire?..
Box Turtle, in decline. Davidson University.
Do I feel compelled to pull a slain animal off of the road,
because I am of Jewish heritage?
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)