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.

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

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

RITES OF SPRING in Downtown Siler City

This coming Friday evening, is very special Friday evening. Why because, not only is it the 3rd Friday of the month, the Friday when we all pour out of the woodwork around here, in downtown Siler City.
It is also a very special 3rd Friday, for several reasons.

Well for one, this 3rd Friday will be held in conjunction with another event, which is the Chatham Creative Economy Summit, which will be held officially on Saturday, the 19th, the day after our Dionysian fet.
The organizer's of the summit have deftly incoporated Siler City's relatively new 3rd Friday tradition, as both a before party, and also perhaps as a example of the force of 'Creative Economy' component of urban revitalization. For some reason the word 'bolstered' comes to mind....bolstered pillow?...

Anyways, So we are really doing it up this 3rd Friday!
We downtown merchants have been meeting, and organizing how we can really make this one count. I NEEDS to count, not only because we are being used as a bolstered pillow showcase of Creative Economonomy, but Also, because we NEED it for our selves, for our own team spirit!
Last 3rd Friday (feb) we had near perfect weather (for February no less!) but an abysmal turnout.
We know that WE CAN DO MUCH BETTER THAN THAT!
So WE  ARE  RAMPING  IT  UP. In the good faith of spring, and all that it brings.

From a 'farm to fork' Supper prepared by the farmers Market, to a Holistic Pet Medicine showcase at Paperbacks Plus, to a Mardi Gras Party, 1st year anniversary Celebration with the Inclusive Arts Innitiative, people are throwing down, and pulling out all of the stops.

Many of  the galleries will actually be showing spring related themed shows.
Reptire Designs myself, will be showing sneak peaks of a few Spring/garden related bodies of work.

Here is a silly news release that I sent Chana, who will put in on the Chatham chatlist, that gives some idea of what I have in store.... (we'll see what kind of trouble this one get's me in...).
(Fabled Spiritual Visions 'beer pong party' joke was a bust, Chatham News took me at face value, can't blame them)


REPTIRE DESIGNS STUDIO AND SHOWROOM

      This Third Friday, in honor of the Rites of Spring, Reptire Designs will be letting visitors peek their heads into the tire nursery, where several Springy bodies of work are peeking their own sproingy little heads out.

Among these might be just the slightest tendril of the germinating seed of a budding body of tire artwork, Tire Botanics… But don’t tell anybody; someday, its gonna be Big, and Bouncy.

Thereabouts, you might also find the cocoons of a few Insectires.

Speaking of...
NEWS ALERT, Tyrius the Giant Tire Worm is reported to have escaped his shackles (I knew shackling a worm was a dumb idea), and is reportedly at large, on a RAMPAGE through Downtown Siler City!
If you see Tyrius hiding out downtown Friday night, maybe munching on some leaves or food scraps, do not attempt to apprehend him, as I am not certain that he is a vegetarian. However, information leading to his recapture will earn you an autographed old tire.


So, that's the plan. I'll let you know how it goes.

I also had the privilage to design the poster for this weekend's activities.
You can read about it on the Speyedr Graphics blog, by clicking on the poster image below:




Though the deadlines were tight, it was a real pleasure to contract with Joan Underwood, of the Courtyard Cafe, who commissioned me (for a modest barter), on behalf of the 'Yellow Flag Committee' to design this poster for this ceremoneous event, and the larger Creative Summit.


I've never more acutely felt the fervor of The Spring, on so many different levels of importance.