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

Thursday, October 20, 2011

RECLAMATION: Upstairs- Virginia Lotus and Super Highway

The placing of Super Highway
RECLAMATION @ Hermitage Museum and Galleries
Location: Room two of Changing Galleries, upstairs, at Hermitage.

Upstairs, in the Changing Galleries, I mainly left these to my co-Exhibiting Artist, Ed Pollard.
Ed has amassed an incredible collection of photographs, which speak very poignantly to the notion of Reclamation (and, which, I believe, were the original progenitors of this exhibition).

So the way it turned out, was that I provided a centeral sculpture for each of the two rooms, which would be surrounded in Ed's painting, running around the walls of the room. This was curator Melissa Balls artistry at work, and I am very pleased by the way it worked out.

I chose one pre-existing piece for room 2, and that is Super Highway.


Super Highway is a personal favorite of mine, has a pretty good track record (Cultural Crossroads, Juried Regional Exhibition), and I thought would be a pretty darn good fit for the idea of "Reclamation".

It features a toy car, a dinosaur, and a rock (all found objects), sort of playing out this mortal drama of time, in the geologic sense.

It is a pity that I don't have any pictures of this piece surrounded by Ed's work, as I think they compliment one another quite nicely. (I didn't want to publish his work with out his permission, but may take some more pictures when I return, and approach him about it).


For the first room of the Changing Galleries, I wanted to make a particular center piece. This was to be in some ways, a 'Title piece", as indeed, the name of the show was mounted on the facing wall of this room, and below it was Ed Pollards stunning title image of the dockhouse that once hosted countless bands, in his time.
Below this, was to be my contribution, Virginia Lotus.




The original inspiration for this piece was the compass rose image that appears through out Hermitage's iconography, for instance in the gorgeous bas-relief friezes mid way up the stairs on the way up to the gallery, and most notably, in Hermitage's logo itself.

My thought was to make a sculptural version of this, using the vernacular tire flipping technique common to most of rural America.

These were to incorporate some of the cotton, which I found littering the road sides of Suffolk county, right after harvest, appearently, when I passed through last year, on the way to Spiritual Visions.

However, while I do think that many of the qualities of this material would have spoken boldly in the piece, in the end, it seemed a little bit, over the top, and it never made it it. I regret this a little bit.

But, I am very pleased with the piece that I did create, and place in this room.

It was not an easy birth. Or that is to say, I lost the one before it; this one actually came very, very smoothly; its excecution is virtually, flawless, albeit, owing in some measure to luck...

This piece was actually a bit of a departure for me, in terms of design of these planters.
Hence forth, my tire planters, and any other such planter I have ever seen, has had a round skirt around the bottom, cutting around the rim, about halfway up the side wall.
However, on this piece, I decided to try something new.

And that was to leave the negative space left by the petals in tact, thus using a single cut to form both the top edge and the bottom edge of the planter.

This was in fact, some what self serving, as, in the lotus-like design, there are alternating rings of petals, as well as a ring of leaves at the bottom or outer edges of the design.

But as I studied the line that I cut, more and more, it seemed devine...



And indeed, when I opened up the form, to reveal its murky innards to the light of day,
this cut also revealed to me its own graceful secrets of wisdom, absense and symmetry...