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

Thursday, June 14, 2012

THE TIRE CATACOMBS!- Building Shelving For Reptire's Tires


The Tire Miasma
Today was an exciting day in Reptire Studios! For today, I broke ground (or splintered wood, rather), on a grand studio infastructure project that I have been dreaming about for quite some time now. And that is shelving for my stockpile of many, many bicycle tires.

For about 5 years now, these tires have sat in increasingly neat, organized, sorted piles, forming two rows along two edges/walls of the studio space. In one of these rows, they sit on palets, yet, for all intents and purposes, they are still on the ground, at foot level, and tripping level, and worst of all, completely hogging all of the empty space above them. 


My desire, is to pull them UP, into the vertical realm, so that I may behold of them before me, and select from, or deposite to them, tires of my choosing-True ‘tire files’.

And while the design for such a showcase has been long developing, it has in the past year or so congealed into an image that I just can’t seem to shake (and so I hope, and trust, that it will work..). And that is of a sort of a tire grid. 3 sections high, 3 sections wide, 9 sections total. Each section will be the appoximate width and height of a roadbike tire (26 inches), thus making the entire structure a little bit of a sculptural ode to the dimensions of a tire. I want the structure to read this way, for it to be instantly recognizable as on the “tire scale”.
I also want it to be open and airy, and this is why I have opted away from plywood, and chosen instead 1” x 1” lumber. Not that this will be as cheap as I had hoped.
Each of these structures will employ at least 18 8-foot studettes. And I need to build two! Even the 64 large screws were adding up.

For this reason, and even more so, for aesthetic ones, I have decided to forge into new territory for myself as a wood-worker (and perhaps the art of tire shelf making), and use dowels instead of screws. Something about this idea strikes me as quite satisfying.
This week, I am building a test model of this shelf, just 1 unit wide, and three tall.
4 of the 7 timbers (the vertical members) can be reused on a full set of shelves. Or, if it is successful, I might just keep it a single standing shelf unit. However, my purpose in building this test shelf is to ferret out any potential problems in a larger expanse of shelving (14 feet wide, by 8 feet tall), so experimentation reigns, and we’ll see…