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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

Sunday, August 3, 2014

ENVIRONMENTALITY PUBLIC ART STUDIO AT THE FESTIVAL FOR THE ENO



ENVIRONMENTALITY PUBLIC ART STUDIO
            This year at the Eno was a little bit extra challenging for me, but by the same token, in the end it was also a little bit extra rewarding!

            Why is that? Well, because this year, I decided to bring to the Festival For The Eno a whole other operation in addition to my Reptire Hut, and that was the EnvironMentality Public Art Studio!


What is the EnvironMentality Public Art Studio?

Well here is my vision, and how it came to be formed…

BACK GROUND
            As you probably are aware, our water supply in NC is gravely threatened at this moment in time.

            While such disasters as the Duke Energy dumping of many tons of toxic coal ash (a byproduct of burning coal) into the Dan River, in the Northern portion of the State have appearently been going on for decades here in NC, our water, soil and air quality/safety now faces a threat beyond our worst nightmares, presented by the Hydraulic Fracturing Industry, and our colluding lawmakers.

            This process of extracting gasses from shale rock deposites had been proven fatally flawed by its own inventor, Geologist Tony DeGraffi, who has publicly spoken out against the industry’s rush ahead with the technology, with out solving its crucial problems. The result in places like Pennsylvania and Wyoming: poisoned wells, flammable tap water, radioactivity, poisoned wildlife, and people imprisoned in homes which have become unliquidable industrial nightmares.

            And what is perhaps almost as disturbing, or maybe even more, is witnessing the erosion of Democracy around this issue. A viewing of Josh Fox’s documentary GASLAND 2 will leave you reeling with the (more or less startling) realization that our supposed protectors in the US Government have been insipiently corrupted by the powerful lobbyists of the Gas and Oil Industry.

            Democracy blitzing tactical maneuvers have become wholly characteristic of this powerfully lobbied industry, it seems from day 1! For a great example, recall Dick Cheyne, a Haliburton Gas and Oil Extecutive, rising to the second highest office in the United States of America, to carve out the ‘Haliburton Loophole’ in the Clean Water Act, by which he and his billionaire cronies can rape our country’s land without impunity, exempting themselves from the Clean Water Act, and dozens of other hard won protections to our environment. (Never mind his oil tycoon ‘boss’!...)

            And sadly, our state has followed this money trail, hook line and sinker. Passing bill B____
The haste and stealth with which this was bypassed through our legistlation by powerful interests led one writer, to ask poignantly: “So, in North Carolina, are we living in a Democracy, or a Dictatorship?” (Charles Ritter, in letter to Chatham County Line, Volume 12, Issue 6 July/August 2014).

It is unfortunately, a fair question at this juncture in our states history, and our sad state of affairs, I am afraid, here in North Carolina.

            With looming feelings of powerlessness in the face of disasters at work in the highest reaches of office, I realized that, if nothing else, I wanted to engage young people in a discussion of these issues. After all, it is they who are going to be living their adult lives in the midst of this problem that we are creating now. They will be left to raise their own children on tainted water supplies.

            So that is when I started to wonder how I could engage young people in that discussion.
            I thought of the young latino high school students, that I worked with on a collage project with at El Vinculo Hispano in Siler City, about how they would be effected by this too. We think we feel alienated from this process that we will be mortally impacted by…I wonder how they feel!...

            So then I realized that maybe I had to do some art projects with young people.
But I didn’t know what or where, or when or how.

            But then, at an Earth Day festival in Durham, I ran into Reclaimed Materials Artist Extraordinaire Bryant Holsenbeck. I floated the idea to her, and she loved it, and encouraged me to do it. I also floated the idea to Ann Woodward, a long time friend, and Director of The Scrap Exchange, who was very encouraging also.
And so I called the Festival For The Eno right then and there, and made them my proposal.


Elaine Chioso, Nathalie Worthington.
Site question.

Carrie Fields (had worked collage with Youth Group)
Jessica Wilkins- worked with kids at CIS, studying art at UNC Greensboro


Elizabeth Cox- first met at Haw River Festival, Shakori Kids Tent
Phil Cox- High School Science Teacher in Chatham County Public Schools

Rachel Cohn- great collage Artist.
Ruben Gonzales- good collage artist too.