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

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Reclamation Preperation Day 2


Today (Day 2, Tuesday)
Yester, I got set up.
Today, I got to work.
I made a list of all possible sculptures, in preperation for meeting….
Then I met with Melissa, to talk pieces and places.
She showed me a some new spots to utilize in the museum!
One is a little cove/dislplay area, which you see as you approach the gallery
The other is in the downstairs area, at the end of a hall.
They are still interested in me showing in some of the area outside also! Which I am very glad for.

It sounds like we are mostly on the same page. There was some issues about the Reclamation theme. Melanie said just be creative, and do your thing. This is really what I needed to hear. Melissa seemed a little bit hung up on it, but I think we got it figured out.

I am very excited by their offer of both of these spaces, and have some plans for them already!

In the ‘nook’, I am going to propose that I set up a mini diorama, with an arm chair, one which I will place some ‘pillows’.

I would also like to hang a mirror, and maybe throw down a rug, and put Lola the Lampa in there. The idea is to create a lux Parlor environment.

Why? Well part of the idea is to reclaim this museum, for my generation.
Rather than think of it as stuffy, think of the craftsmanship.

SCAVANGING
SEEK, and YE SHALL FIND
After work, I went shopping on the streets of Norfolk, for a few materials.
Mainly I was looking for some door skin, for the backs of some pillow pads, and also the backing of a mirror. I also wanted to hunt up some local sources for tires.
Triumph Motorcycle shop- Bryan, got some good ones.
Custom built bike with MASSIVE beach tire “Bigger Digger”, from CA on rear.
I’d found my moto tire supplier 

Then I stopped by Cycle shop- John showed him Luther. They were getting ready for ride.

Then I decided to explore the coast. Came across pile of doors, in place that we being gutted.
Score I thought! Feeling pretty smug, Until I tried to peel away door skin, and fouind  that of all things, it was made of cardboard.

I remarked to some fellas walking by, and they were like, ‘yeah, where you been?’ I may have lived in a van for 10 years, but look what I was missing!


Eventually, I happened upon the Mount Everest, of scrap. It was actually two giant pile, where the city of Norfolk is accepting A) Tree Debris B) Home Debris in respective piles. From this pile, I harvested several pieces of REAL wooden Doorskin, plus a few odds and ends…dangerous, I know.

I also met a nice transgender person named Jesse, who was cleaning up a destroyed deck from his Grandmother’s home.  (PIC of Jesse tossing last foundation post). Jesse told me that his girlfriend has just gotten into belly dancing, and also mentioned some thing about drum circles. While I had some what absolved to curtain my social activities while I am here, in the name of keeping to task at hand, this might warrant an exception…. 
I also met there a fellow that claimed to have poured the giant cinderblock that is the newish prison in downtown Durham. He told me that they put ground up tires into concrete walls, to help absorb noise from highways. Thats kinda cool!

Dogs and Burgers
After a hard day of hauling, I began the GREAT SEARCH for of a burger…. 

I have decided that a side project is to sample the cheese burgers of Norfolk.
This began, while pitching in to pick up sticks in front of the Hermitage yesterday, when the subject of hamburgers came up, in somewhat of a ravenous revelry. As this happens to be a subject of some considerable importance to me, I had to inquire, where could one find a good burger around here. To this, Collin The Conservator, informed me in, some confidence, that there are several opitions. BUT, one that stands out from the rest, is the Burger at a place around the corner called D’Egg, which will serve you not just a hamburger, but also a fryed egg, at the same time, laying flat up on it! Well, while I didn’t venture my opininion that D’Egg has to take the prize as the All Time Stupidest thing to name a restraunt, I did acknowledge my realization that this could very well alter my life forever.
I am forever searching for debaucherous new ways to increase my cholestoral level, and this Ladies and Gents, smacks of a winner!

Dog n Burger Wins the Prize!
Great service, great burger, I’ll be back!

While eating there, it occured to me, that in this day and age, there needs to be an award for resourcefulness. Like a Pulitzer Peace Prize, but for using your noggin, and your eyeballs, to SEE what is under your nose (not always so easy to do).
Of course, the architype of this virtue is MacGyver, the ingenious hero of that TV show that the Fonz  produced in the 80's. So what I would like to propose is:

The MacGyver Award for Resourcefullness
(Post on Engagerer Blog. Also, post on Reuse Alliance group)

Nominations:
The guy who drank his own piss, and THEN whitled his arm off with a pocket knife gets my first ever MacGiver.

Then comes Piedmont Biofuels, who use rotting corn to make trucks run.

Mohatma Ghandi, who led his countrymen to make salt from the sea (and royally pissing off the Brittish while he was at it) would be an excellent candidate.