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

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

REPTIRE COLLECTOR PROFILE: BANX DIXON




BANKS DIXON, OWNER FROG HOLLOW OUTDOORS
            Perhaps one of my greatest supporters at the Eno, since the beginning, has been Banks Dixon, Owner and Founder and Director of FrogHollow Outdoors.

BACKGROUND
            I have known of Banks tangentially for many years through the skate/punk scene of our youth. And it has been really fun to watch him go from Great Outdoor Outdoor Outfitters at North Gate Mall, to owning his own wonderful operation, Frog Hollow Outdoors. I first got to know FHO through their excellent work with Ellerbe Creek Watershed Association (ECWA) clean ups, where Banks and Frog Hollow won the appreciation of my Father, Steve, a pretty challenging judge of character!

OUTSTANDING STAFF
And they have won mine too. Frog Hollow has hired some of the finest people I know in Durham, including Tasha Teasley, as well as her Sister Rainbow (aka Gizelle) and her Mother “Rose”, River Bottle Bluesman, and The Wigg Report’s Steve Lambert. (?..)

A SPECIAL PARTNERSHIP
For these reasons, when Frog Hollow moved  their operations to their new location- a house on Trent street, and made me a special invitation- to set up some tire art decorations, and a mini display at their offices, I enthusiastically decided to take them up on it.

And what a great partnership has been, and is still becoming!
Tasha has arranged a beautiful display of my art, alcolates and a great bio.
And when I get done with the festival, sometimes I bring them over something new for their porch!

And, taking it to a whole new level, I have been speaking with Banks and Tasha about a redux of their front lawn!....this could be really exciting!..

Banks has been a great collector of my Dragonz Eyez Tire Talismen, hanging one, I believe from a tree in his back yard, which makes me proud!
This year, Banks really clued into my Ouroboros Street Snake Belts, and bought 4 of  them-1 for himself, 1 for his wife, 1 his brother in law (a great local DJ), and 1 one for his sister in law (a very sweet person).

I could not by more honored that such a cool dude would want to wear these himself, and share them with his family of cool folks too!
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