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

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Planting the terrible tredknot Tirariums!

OK, so this wasn't terrible at all. In fact, I might say this was the highlight of my preparations.

But before I get to the fun part, I feel like maybe I should provide a little bit of background.
You see, Tredknot Tirarium Planters have been a long time in the making, and I feel like, in some ways, little by little, they are now rapidly becoming my strongest product line.

HISTORY OF THE TIRARIUM
I came up with this design several years ago, when I was working hard getting to know the ins and outs of the tredknot. At some point, it occured to me that the tredknot form, in its basket like form, might be a very good vessel to hold the habitat and root ball of a plant. To see a spider plant fresh green spears exploding from this knotted form some how seems just right.

My mother, Edie, who is really good with both plants and designing things has given me a lot of encouragement to explore this direction, (in fact, it MIGHT have even been her idea.., I'll have to ask her about this). Either way, I thank her, because the further that I go down this road, the more that I realize that it is a good and right one.

SPIDER PLANTS, AND BEYOND!
In fact, for 2 years now, Edie has gathered up baby spider plants for me to plant in my planters.
(insert photo), as she has again this year. My good friends Patricia has also been good enough to save me some from her plants in Lewisburg, PA, which she sent 2 yrs ago via the US Postal service! (if you bought one of my planters that year, you may now own one!)

However, while I do plan to use these beautifull little striped babies in my pots, I am proud to say that I have in fact graduated from spider plant school! Which is to say, that I have finally discovered that there  is a whole world of plants out there, that look DAMN GOOD, wrapped in a rubber sari!

So for past few months, I've had a little after work project of mentally collecting a small army of plants, by visiting the selection at both Lowes, and B&L on 15-501. I've had to try to resist my temptation to keep from collecting these as I see them, as I figure they might be better off in Janie's good hands at B&L. (However, I haven't always been succussful, though all have faired well in my care, I'm proud to report..).

Well, this past week, I broke the piggy bank, and made my haul.


After a good run on B&L, I went next to Lowes, where I ran into sculptor Bill Moore in the parking lot. Bill told me that, peering into my tire, plant and masonry edging stuffed Toyota Carolla, his son asked, "what is all that stuff?". "I don't know" he replied, "but he needs a pick up truck." 
This is not the first time I have heard this from a sculptor..









SPEED DATING FOR PLANTS

So, I have to clarify that I did not just go gang busters at Lowes. Indeed, I spent a good 2 or 3 hours there, carefully making my selections. So long was I there after a long day of work, that eventually I had set my plants down on a patio table so I could sit myself down and think about them, in between fending off employees.

So what I came home with was a Very rich assortment of plants- geraniums, drucenia, snake plant, succulents, and many more, especially chosen for my collection of planters.

Factors to consider were that, just like plants, some tires like a lot of direct sun, and others prefer shade.
Therefor I needed to match similar personalities, to create a happy union. After all, these two are going to be pea in pod for the long haul (owner willing).

Of course, other factors are how much heat is a plant going to want (say radiating from an all black tire, or reflecting from a white wall; what kind of soil draning will they want, and finally of course, the aesthetics of finding a pleasing and good looking match. If figure, if a plant looks great with its mate, it has a better chance of survival with its new owner.

So, when I'd weighed all of these as best I could at B&L and Lowes, and brought them home, I still had a little match-making to do.

This was quite alot of fun, matching the colorful striped bands of rubber with those of foliage and flower! I hope and trust that my customers at the Festival For The Eno will be as struck as I was and am by the combination that leapt out at me.

However, when the dust settled, and these obvious matches were made (mostly with eccentrics like the fiery pink geraniums), we were still left with a group of plants and trednots who had more subtle personalities.
And thus, I turned towards an excercize culled from modern dating, and that would be 'speed-dating', what proved to be a very efficient way of matching two complimentary objects.

So what I did, I just lined these straglers up on my porch one balmy night (romantic no?), and saw who gravitated to who. You know what, some very interesting combinations occured, that weren't so obvious before. And one of the humble brown planters ran off with a wild pink geranium!
In the wild covalent orgy of plant are rubber tire knots, you just never know what to expect!


Plant Speed Dating At Dusk


(Anecdotally, I suggested speed dating to match patients with doctors to a young woman from Blue Cross Blue Shield Insurance. She laughed, and said she'd pass it on. No date yet though...)



Motley Crew


Snake Plant Habitat in the making