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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
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Churning Out some "cha-CHING!" Change Purses
I’ve been working on a fresh batch of tredknot “cha-CHING!” coin purses for the Festival for the
Eno”, as I realized that I have recently sold out. It has been a while since I
have worked with these, and it has really been a pleasure to dip back in, and
work with the tredknot form in such a small, immediate and intimate way.
I guess the nicest part about working with these small coin
purses is that I get to explore all of the myriad colors and textures inherent
in retired bicycle tires. Of course, at the central axis of these tires, are
the often intricate, rhythmic and geometric designs of the treads, which are an
artform in them selves. These can be somewhat remenicent of a range of art
traditions, from, say, Viennese Art Deco wood block prints, to Aztec pottery.
These of course, form the bas note of the tire’s character, which determine the
all over tone of a coin purses made from the tire.
However, this decorative border is itself bordered- flanked-
by the two strips of rubber which form the tire’s side walls.
And these twin strips can be canvases of a different sort,
windows as it were, in to the (most likely) arduous life that particular tire
has lived on the road. Embossed into this surface are bits of text, indicating
its dimensions, construction, brand name, and country of manufacture. Some of
these ‘family’ surnames carry strange histories of their own, such as IRC
(which I would venture to bet conceals the history of the India Rubber
Company…).
This rubber often has various contents of natural latex
rubber, mixed with various pigments to give it a variety of colors, from
oranges and yellows, or yellowy greens to beiges to whites, to blacks, and back
around to rich orangy browns.
And of course, these colors themselves are augmented by
various forces of wear and distress, causing various fades and dapples along
edges, which add heightended character and interest to the surface. Reflective
strips along these edges is a recent addition to tire design, and can be a fun
element as well.
So, you can see that each tire’s rubber has a lot of
individual character. And this is makes it such a treat to work with these
rubber characters, and help them shine within the format of the tredknot.
Indeed it was the very variety of colorful characters (much like those found in
any group of people), that inspired me to devine the format of the tredknot
itself, as a means of showcasing this character, in it’s 3 interlocking faces.
Having worked with this form for over 8 years now, it is
also a pleasure to watch my hands at work, because they know the form and its
intricacies “like the backs of their hands”! and it is a pleasure to watch them
doing the work somewhat on autopilot, and subsequently watching the small
tredknots work their way into shape, which seems
A LOT more effortless than it used to! It feels a little
more like fluffing pillows these days, as much as that image sort of disgusts
me! The point is though, that the fingers know, and can make the material
dance, like a charmed snake!