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
Sammy and Dannette contemplate
Cascade Colony of Knotlets
Laxmi Resplendent
Mavis In The Mist
Tire Amazement
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
ECWA Extraordinaires!
ECWA is now a force to reckoned with, with offices in the
Snow Building downtown, miles and miles of biking and walking trails, and the
infamous annual Beaver Queen Pageant, which gathers hundreds of freaks and
squares alike to celebrate “Peace Love and Beaver”.
In
addition to his excellent advocacy of our local stream system, (and our air
quality, through his work with the EPA) Larry has been a great neighbor, and a
great supporter of Reptire Designs! Larry was a great and enthusiastic presence
at Reptire Designs’ Grand Opening at the Scrap Echange 8 years ago, where his
young (10 year old) daughter Catie Brockman acted as an indispensable assistant
to me at the show! Catie has graduated from High School just this May! Here’s
wishing Catie a great time in college!
VISITS FROM SOME SPECIAL LOCAL SCULPTORS
SCULPTORS
This year at the Festival For The Eno, I got a double whammy visit to my Reptire Hut of two of our areas finest sculptors!
BILL MOORE
Bill Moore has always been one of my FAVORITE stops on the Chatham County Studio tour. His Geodesic dome studio, with its overhead wench, fire pits and jungle of succulent house plants, and just all around awesome energy,
Plus, Bill is about one of the coolest and nicest guys I have met in Chatham County.
JERRY NOE
I also received a visit from another of our finest sculptors in the area- Jerry Noe.
Jerry taught his last years at UNC while I was just getting there, and unfortunately I never got to work with him there, which I kick myself about, because, wow, it would have been fun to learn from him! Jerry is one of of the finest sculptors working in neon in the country, and I remember well a piece of his hanging in the office of Hanes at UNC, a casting of a greek vase surrounded by a square frame of glowing pink neon. Wow, that piece knocked my socks off every time I saw it.
INTERLUDE 2 Nefarious Avian Activities
I
can’t look the other way any longer. The signs are all there, staring me in the
face. And D’ Nile ain’t just a river in Egypt…no, no. Time face the facts.
Wrens are using my studio as cover for a bug trafficking operation.
My
suspicion should have been roused the first time I caught the male wren
returning, a few days after the kiddos hopped the nest. All the hubbub had
finally died down, and now that the last little grouchy little grandpapito had
made that great leap of faith off of the window sill; things had finally
returned to the peacefull post partum period I have come to expect this time of
year.
So
I was surprised to see the little brown male wren hop through window and make a
hasty b-line over to my kitchen area, pausing only for a startled moment on my
stereo when we discovered one another. We eyed one another with surprise and
suspicion. “What are you doing back here?” I wondered. He only begrudgingly
acknowledging me with a tip of his beak. “Oh hey, whats up?” he seemed to
mumble. Talk about awkward. After all we had been through, this is all I get?
“Oh hey, what’s up? I just came to get a few things….”…? and then he went on
his way rummaging through my kitchen.
And
so the traffic began. Now, I might have a spider here or there hiding in a
corner of my studio, but I don’t have the kind of merchandize that these cats
are slinging. Big fat beige grubs, dangling from their beaks, where are they
getting these things from?
My
theory is that they are mining these things from somewhere across the street in
front of my studio. And that their nestlings are still holed up some where
behind my studio.
So
rather than take the risk of shuttling these things over the vast black expanse
of my roof top, the safer little wren thing to do would be to cut through the
‘thicket’ of my studio, their old neighborhood. They know the sculpture, every
tire branch, the circuit hopped from one sculpture to another has been etched
into the micro circuitry of their reptile brains.
And
so it is, that my studio, with its wide low ceiling, and perches galore
provides the perfect foil for transporting a bumper crop of bugs.
Have
they offered me a cut of the action, for safely harboring their nefarious
activities? Ha! They fly through like they own the place! And I, like a poor
peasant, watching through drawn curtains as the narcos conduct their business
in the street, endure and wait.
HERBAL WOMAN’S BREW- A SPECIAL TREAT FROM CAT, FOR MY VISITORS, AND FOR ME!
My
lovely Lady Friend, the good Catherine Sapp was sweet and helpful enough to brew and bring a hulking
cooler of two delicious herbal teas to the Reptire River Hut the festival! 1 Red Zinger
(hibiscus) and 1 (sweet) Mint Tea.
These were such a nice refreshment to be
able to offer to my booth guests and neighbors at the festival. (and or course, I enjoyed their soothing, cooling effects too!)
I
knew that Catherine, an herbal woman to the core, and also a former Sous Chef
at Pop’s Trattoria in Durham, was up to this task. And boy was I right!
Refreshing and delicious! From all of us all down at this end of the Mill
neighborhood, thank you for sharing your herbal woman goodness with us Catherine!
ENO 2014 DAY 2- MORE GREAT VISITORS!
chaCHING! CONNECTION!
This
Lovely Lady, Pam Byuns, felt a connection with a certain “chaCHING!” that was
calling out to her. It seems that they were glowing to one another. Who am I to
stand in the way?
You know, the internet does a lot of amazing things. I have
it to thank for our connection right now!
But as I mentioned to Pam and her friend, coming to this
festival, and witnessing someone find a connection with the fruit of your loins, it is an experience that cannot be replicated by the internet. Neither can the GREAT BIG open hearted hug that Pam and I shared. I hope some of her warmth comes through in these photos…
FLY GUY
FLY GUY
This small iridescent fly found a connection with my latest talking tread. A favorite sketch of mine, I had really busted ass to finally pull this one together and get it to the festival in the 10th hour. So it was nice to see it receiving some attention from such a fly little guy. Obviously, this guy had a very sophisticated sense of color and style! (as indicated by both his choice of furnishings, and his formal attire ;).
FAIR FRANCESCA
This Glowing Girl appeared at the doorway to my booth, just at the right time to get gloriously misted (and anointed) in Rose Water.
Does she look happy or what?!THE REPTIRE "FLO-TIE" GOES TO MEDICAL SCHOOL!
THE FLO TIE GOES TO
MEDICAL SCHOOL!...
It is always a pleasure to receive a visit from my long time friend and classmate from CCCC’s sculpture program, Sculptor Holly Felice at the Festival For The Eno.
It is always a pleasure to receive a visit from my long time friend and classmate from CCCC’s sculpture program, Sculptor Holly Felice at the Festival For The Eno.
Even though she moved to Boone several years ago,
and her folks moved to the mountains to open a camp ground/retreat, they STILL
manage to come down to enjoy the Festival For The Eno EVERY YEAR!!! Now that is
a dedication of support for this festival that I really find admirable.
This
year, as last, Holly brought her friend Ben, a super nice fellow. Ben, it so happens, will be entering
Medical/Physicians Assistant school this Fall. And one of his first assignments
there is to wear a tie or bow tie eve-ry day! Yowza, that would be hard for me
to get used to.. and Ben expressed that he was feeling much the same way...
Somewhat serendipitously, I happened to have JUST the THING for Ben. And that my friends, is a flo tie.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)