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

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Reptire gets atastasoma 'THIS'!

Wow, what rich potential for titles, Pittsboro's new epiphany of a space holds...

This past weekend, I had the pleasure to visit 'This' in several different ways, most notably backing up the fabulous Sheila Flemming, on the drums for her CD release party, which was a Smash Hit!
Lots more to tell here, so I  won't try to get it all out in one breath.

Alright, Pittsboro has got a really visionary new space. Dare I say, it, and it debut exhibition 'On Making' has really blown Pittsboro's mind.
I'm not going to be able to do it justice, but let direct you to someone who can put the event in some well articulated context...Mr Matt Zigler, in his NCArt blog.

I first encountered this space when I showed up to draw caricatures at The Abundance Foundation's Mardi Gras Fundraiser Event at  the Chatham Mills this fall.

I was not at all expecting what I encountered...

The first thing I encountered was a wooden board walk through the space. This Gesture, lent my visitors experience of space a certain something, a sense of adventure. As I embarked down this board walk, here are some of the ingenious artworks I encountered/was treated too.

An installation/selection of one of my favorite local public sculptures, which lives in the parking deck/entry to the RDU airport- a flock of canadian geese, born of open suit cases, in flying V pattern...
I knew I was in rich company then..
Another favorite of mine was a wall made of cinderblocks, which has been brilliantly appropriated to be a block of text...Sheer genious. So obvious, right under your nose.

Another really intersting piece was a study of Durer's alphabet, in wood...
Here is a picture of the Artist who created the work (as part of his Graduate Studies at NC State), checking out my sketchbook, yikes!


There were also some really stunning metal sculptures, and a table made of a giant tree section that I remember. (The 'table' pictured above)

Just to give you a glimpse of that fabulous evening:

There were many Belles at that Ball.
Wallowing In The Lap of Luxury

Here is The Official Belle of the Ball, Madamoiselle Nicole.


And here is the unofficial King of the event, in my book.
Cool Dude. I used to play in a band with this guy!

Aw...New Found Friends:
 Is that not about the sweetest thing you've ever seen?


Well, when my new friend Sheila Flemming decided to hold a CD release party, to debut the Ass Kicking, Inspiring album she just produced, this is the space that she chose...

Far be it, that in her notably and remarkably good taste, she also chose yours truly to back her up on drums ;).

So, as her arrangments progressed, Sheila filled me on how the Space works alittle. Needless to say, I was entranced.

Well, a few weeks later, I found myself waiting for a half an hour for a business meeting, and getting very fed up, was about to blow off, when whom did I see, But Simon See, owner of "This" gallery, getting into his car to drive off..

I approached him, and reintroduced myself, and asked if he would be willing to check out my tire studio.
He said that he would love to, and in fact that I was next on his list! It seems Sheila had been making more arrangements..

So we walked up the street, and showed Mr Simon around the Reptire Designs Studio and Showroom.
Its funny, because just that morning, I had wrested a Very Rusty innertube out of one of the tires they had dredged from the Haw River. It had been so fantasticly rusty, that on a whim, I stretched it out on a nice old board I had salvaged from the Bolin Chair Factory a few years ago. Pinned up like this, it took on the impression of a deer skin, splayed open to cure. Not really knowing what to do with it, I set it against a chair.

As soon as Mr. See entered the studio, he was immediatly drawn to this!

A few days later, his associate, Sculptor Mike Steel came to pick up some work, and he reported that that was the piece that convinced Simon that he needed to come over!

Mike and I had a great lunch together downstairs at the Sidewalk Cafe, discussing the sculpture business. We decided to use a contract for exhibition loans.Mike actually brought the subject up, which I was grateful for, as this is always a little bit awkward of a subject to breach, though it really shouldn't be.

As a sculptor himself, Mike was very into the idea of dratfing one. I have a great book of contracts for artists, and from this we used a thorough contract for exhibition loans.

Once we had negotiated all of the relevant details, we drove over to the library together to sign it, and made a copy for each of us. As we walked out with our contracts in hand, I think we both felt a sort of a rush, and a certain lifting of weight from our shoulders...

Then Mike said something that I will never forget. "This is freedom".
Wow, such a simple statement, yet so powerful. Because he really hit the nail on the head.

It was quite a pleasure to have this experience, sculptor to sculptor.
Mike drove off with a few of my works in his truck, and me feeling like they were in very good hands.

Studio Visit by Sculptor Mike Steel.
Steel on contracting:
"This is freedom"

Sheila's gig was awesome.
Sheila ROCKED THE FUCK OUT. Had every body rivited to their seats.
She had an awesome guest artist too.
7 Sista's in Full EFFECT.
Food was off the chain. Popcorn balls flying, brownies disapearing.
DJ Janisphere spun some Dope Ditties.
We all danced the night away.
It was an Amazing Evening.

DESIGN ECSTACY

To TOP IT ALL OFF, the next day, we, the clean up/take down crew got royally treated, to what will remain one of the aesthetic eye/brain orgasms of my lifetime...







(Much thanks for Amy Durso for generously lending her cameraism for this unique oppurtunity)
(I am working getting the name and permission of this amazing artists work, mostly so I can share these images with him).