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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, August 31, 2011
Reclamation Preperations Day 3
Hermitage Blog Day 3
This morning I met with Hermitage Museum’s Director, The
Programs Coordinator, and the Assistant in my new borrowed work space. It was
fun to host them there, around the work table up on the stage, surrounded by a
horde of half baked tire shemes.
The
Hermitage staff are all understandably a little bit at their wits edge juggling
the new challenges that Hurricane Irene has thrown at them (for instance, a
flame broiled fuse box, and still no power, with several on- site wedding coming
up this weekend!), so at this point, they are a bit punchy and delirious. While
they are actually are holding together impressively well, maybe being around
weird art gave them the chance to blow off a little steam. Needless to say, it
was a charged and exciting meeting!
Melanie, the Director, liked many of my ideas, which was
relief. She is also a professor of Art History, so she has a good sense of art,
and where my tire art fits in. She also has a good sense of humor, and
appreciates my own, which goes a long ways, I think.
Particularly relieved was I that she was willing to go along
with my brand new proposal (as of yesterday), to create a mini-Parlor Diorama
in the large ‘display case’ as you approach the gallery. My aim is to recreate
some of the ambiance in the parlor downstairs (in the museum), but
incorporating rubber tires into many of the furnishings.
There was a suggestion of making a sort of portal/window
into this ‘world’. While I think this could diminish its impact on approaching
it, it could be interesting…
I made the mistake of showing her a sketch for one of my
more ambitious proposals- She loved it…This is a proposal to recreate one of 3
ornate friezes carved into a wall panel in the downstairs area, incedentaly
right in the area where they would like me to display some sculptures. When I
had stopped by earlier this year, I was taken by the intensity of these
designs, made a sketch of two of them, and thought to recreate one as a large
(4’ x 8’) shadowbox, of rubber…
This would be new ground for me, and I am really not Sure
that I could pull it off, in this time frame. To make it more complicated, and
proportionally more awesome, Melanie made the brilliant suggestion to use
Plexiglass instead of wood, adding a an element of luminosity, to what already
is a very Gothic design….(It would be shown infront of a large window, with the
sunset lit bay behind it…) This could be incredible….I suggested that we look
at creating it at a later date, after the show…
Towards the end of the meeting, Jolina, the Grounds Keeper stopped by, which was great
timing. I showed her my treadknot planters, which she liked, and she ordered 4
for her plant sale, (which will take place the weekend of our opening)!
Jolina was also excited about the tire screen, or curtain,
which I proposed to place in the far edge of the garden, looking out on the
bay, so that you could see the bay and the sunset through it. She recommended a
few cedar trees, which look like they should do the trick nicely.
A few pieces didn’t make the cut, and they perhaps deserve a
requiem.
One was the “String of Pearls”. This would have been the
debut of the Great Balls of Tire Series, and a glorious debut it would have
been. It would have run above a run of 14
millstones, leading to an arch which overlooks the water. Above each
millstone, would have dangled a different Tire Sphere.
While I mourn this loss in some ways, I am not sure that the
Great Balls of Tire series is yet ready to meet the world. There were ready to
be made, but their sharing with the world can wait.
Also lost on the chopping block, was a trinity of a Silk
worm, a caccoon, and a butterfly, to hang below and around a beautiful old
magnolia tree, that can only be described as Grand and Matriarchal. This is
lamentable, because sculptor Janice Rieves had helped me to create a mock up of
the caccoon, and it was really off to a great start. She even did a special
‘Tea-stain’ to the long john fabric, to give it an antique look, which was very
effective. The butterfly also had the potential to be quite spectacular. Oh
well, their days will come…
Though I was sad to see both of these projects go, at the
same time, I really have my work cut out for me. So let this be a good lesson
in cutting your losses, and moving forward to "strengthen the things that remain"….(to quote Bob Dylan).