Babbling about bamboo

Today I got some Bamboo.

I am building a fort.

No, I am building a booth.

A tire booth.

A tire Art booth.

I am building a booth from out of which to sell art made of tires?

Actually, I am just adding onto my tent.

I need to create an addition onto my tent.

It's not big enough.

I am only allowed ten feet of tent space at the festival. That's not alot of room to sell art made of tires, and sell your self at the same time, and that's (what I'm told) I have to do.

So I am building of buttresses.

Buttresses, which will suspend my tire art far across the landscape, casting them like apples.

It's actually only going to be about a foot out, but I feel like I am building a gothic cathedral...

sending an archipaligo out into space, poor lonely space.

Not anymore. Now they have tire art in space.

Its fun writing like an idiot.

Now I know how Kurt Vonnegut kept it up so long..

He mastered the idiot's voice, and in so doing, said alot of very wise things.

Being tired gives you the chance to use your idiot voice.

Maybe this is what doing drugs is all about..

Masks, masks, they hide us, they protect us, and they free us.

Sometimes, they are too heavy to wear around.

That's when its time to put that one down.

And pick up a frown. Not just any old frown,

A horrid, gnashing, pulsating GRIMACE!

Show the world that you are MENACE!

Pucker up your face, like you just a lemon,

But don't be see ugly that you look like Jack Lemon.

OK, that's enough, I can see I've gone too far.

You're kreeping towards the door.

Here I am, out at the end of my butress again,

asking favors of gravity, I know he can't suspend.

Do come back some day I say.

I may stop rhyming, and I promise I won't play.

I'll just pout, and put blogs out,

short and stout.

Harvesting some bamboo

Okay, must follow thru.

This is not that exciting, but I must become obsessive, and compunctual about documenting my work, and since my dear mother was kind enough to give me her very good 'old' camera, I better use it!

Today I harvested some bamboo, for my fort/booth at the River Festival..

I normally would have gotten some lusher looking stuff, but when I got to the grove, behind a condemned looking house, I found an earnest neighbor had been hard at work... there was alot of dried out bamboo laying already cut. And since I am still just roughing out my trellis scheme for the booth, I thought this would work fine. So instead of cutting down alot of new culms, I invested a good while tidyed up the pile and yard a bit, good bamboo source stewardship, very important (for future bamboo projects). When that was squared away, I bundled up the choice poles with some inner tubes- very handy for this task! hoisted the hulking bundle on my right shoulder , climbed on my bike, and off I went!

This is always an interesting riding experience (wish I had a picture), somewhat akin to sailing, though your rudder is your front tire... and your sail, well it is about 25 horizontal feet. Somehow it works, you just have to keep moving, and steer slow, like on a large boat; and as far as other traffic goes, sort own the road...because with all that cargo weight, it slows, well, real slowly....generally it wants to go home though, though sometimes it wants to go sniff a bush...

Anyways, when I got the bundle

back to the 'kitchen', I cleaned it, stripping off all the little branches with a stout knocker, a trick my good buddy Billy Altheiser showed me in Oakland, CA, which I will be foreever greatful for, old pal.

Then, I had to der shleppin ze bamber up to zie shtudio. Here I am shleppin, imagining that I am Indiana Jones of Siler City....Shameless.

Finally, home sweet home....

Next I have to figure out how to get it up there...

To be continued.....

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At the time of this post, I have had 101 views of my blog, and only ONE Canadian kid, Cedric, has had the balls to leave me a note. Thanks Cedric, you are boon to your country men. hope your cool ass photography is coming along.

Come on guys.. doesn't have to be rhapsodic. Just a little hello.

Love Travis

Durham Art Walk, Fall 2008

I thought I would give the Durham Art Walk a try
And Halloween Weekend brought all kinds of treats, and even a trick.

THE TRICK
The trick came first this time, which suits me.
For about a month I had been arranging to show with 2 other artists in the lobby of the Snow Building, an elegent old art deco office building with torrazzo floors, elevators and polished granite walls. My mother used to rent a studio upstairs, back before its upscaling renovation, when the building was still still afforbable, so I thought I knew what I was getting in to. But upon arriving with all of our gear the night before, I and the other artists were faced with the rude realization that the new owners intended us to use a space next door, that was still under construction. 'Just take down the hard hat area signs, set your art down in the plaster dust, and make the best of it', was the suggestion. Maybe it was my fault though, I just assumed they meant the lobby, I never fathomed they intended for us to show in the dust nextdoor! I stashed my stuff, and went on with my Halloween plans, with a major case of the spookes..

But by and by, my pardner (following his own volition) saw to it that I 'chase that devil back down in his hole', (in true Haloween tradition). After a full night of monster mashing and also consorting with some spirits (some very atTractive spirits I might add, check it out on youtube at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uqRD5EDh-oA,), the next morning I found myself on the sidewalk downtown, bleary eyed and blinking at a rising sun, which heralded in one big beautiful weekend for Durham Art Walk, and what's more, it seemed, a bright new day for America! (Traction Got Out the VOTE!).

AH, NOW FOR THE TREATS
When life hands you lemons, put them back and grab some oranges, that's what I always say. Following would be booth mates, Letitia's lead, I set up on the sidewalk instead, In front of the Snow Building anyways, right down at Five Points on Main St.- a more choice location you could not find to spend the next two days. The sun warmed the new red brick sidewalks toasty, and damned if we weren't going to set ourselves out there like the greatful fat iguana's we were.

Luther and Lola
"Quitchyer complainin' already!"

I was in good company. Boothmate Lynn hunkered down , and gallantly brightened up that under-construction space nextdoor with her exquisit jewelry- (she really did- it was amazing, everything just receded to background). And boothmate Letitia, down from VA, brightened up my sour assitude with her strong-lassitude, culled from 5 years experience on the circuit (she shared her Tandoori chicken lunch with me-what a sweety- this girl knows how its done).

The Snow Building is as classy and elegent of a building as you find in Durham, and I was very lucky to get to show my work there in its cavernous entryway. Such a setting really brings artwork to life, thanks to the DAC for giving us this rare oppurtunity to show our rubys and garnets in the rico canyon of our downtown, which was once the pride and glory of CenterFest (R.I.P. - Bring it back on center!). Such a setting can't help but rub off on artwork, and fine crafts and art compliment architecture so well-

a little saliva on the stone,

 buffs it all up and makes it shine!

HIGHLIGHTS
Several events/highlights stand out for me from the weekend.
One was when Big Tyrius the tireworm hit the scene -and I must say, I think he really hit it.

Man Loved to Death by Giant Grub in Back of Pick Up Truck

For those of you who don't know Tyrius, he is a big grubby puppet that I and my faithful assistant, Alexander, fashioned for PaperHand Puppet Intervention's show "I AM AN INSECT" this summer.

He was fabricated by hand-sewing mountain bike tires bead by bead,
creating a long tube, with a tapered butt and a snout. The cool thing about Tyrius is that he can stretch out and contact (by dint of each tire's 2 side walls, which show his faded pink and yellow tender side). On a cold day, he is about 10 feet long. But give him a good tug, and he more than doubles his length (accordian style). As things were starting out slow, I thought I would bring him downtown to sign some autographs, being the big celeb he is these days. My good pal Dane was trusting enough to lend me his 'new' station wagon. So I pulled up to the curb, opened the hatch, and with a shout and a heave ho, let Tyrius fly, hurling him out into space above the pavement, almost twice the length of the wagon in front of it. Beautiful. (I should do Lamaz for Station wagons!)

Here am I, gracefully reenacting the glorious 'Flight of the Tire Worm'
for some mesmerized Japanese tourists.

And awww, Tyrius made a friend.

This one little lass was not one bit daunted by Tyrius's rough exterior. She was even kind enough to share her balloon with him.

Fearless Worm Trainer At Work,
Do NOT attempt this at home!

(Fortunately for me, earthworms don't have teeth, so the best the big brute could do was was limply gum it).

Another thrill was when a couple kids recognized my art. To my amazement, whenever I bring the big guy out, a kid will see him and say "hey, I saw that at the puppet show!", or "Mom, Mom, its the worm!" This always makes my day.
But what blew me away this time, was that this little girl recoginzed my change purses, from the Scrap Exchange's Artist Marketplace. Wow, This was new for me.

Also encouraging was that three seperate, completely sane looking people proclaimed "this should be public art!" Well cool, lets do it! I'll bring Tyrius over for tea any time. This was cool for me, because Durham has often been in the back of my mind when developing this work. Durham is a diamond in the rough. A funky tire tyed in a funky knot, all it's own.

Another Highlight was that my mother, Edie, was showing her Incredible new portraits next door (of people she has met in her travels ), and that was kind of proud for me. Her artwork has just exploded in that last several years, and I was proud to be showing with her downtown, more or less, side by side.

And I got some nice visits from old friends, and made a few new ones too.

Da Crew

That night I ran into Scott and Colin from the Durham Bicycle Coop at the Federal, and got to share some of my art, and a beer with them, out on Main. Colin upgraded to a sleak black coin purse, and Scott made his own good selection in exchange for a Canadian 20. Damn I love this town!

Tyrius showing off his dimples.
Yeah. pretty cute lil' T, pretty cute.

And to cap the weekend off with a purple fez, that night my Super Friend Ana (pictured above) helped me cart Tyrius to a comfy pine needle nest, nestled against some pine trees at EK Poe (a school). My friend Suzie had asked me to bring Tyrius to show and tell with her Kidnergarden class. So the next morning, groggy Tyrius got a 50 kid wake up call! What a blast. We rolled his big grubby ass out to the garden out front, and made him gallop through the leaves.

The kids were amazing- when I told them all my story as an artist/designer, miraculously, they fell utterly silent. In all my spotty years of teaching, I have really only experienced this one time- I took this as a high mark of honor for my art- but maybe it was just nap time (they had some good teachers too).

So in summary,

I may be guilty of singing my victories, but mark this weekend a win for good weather, sharing and friendship! Ain't that the way its supposed to be?!
I didn't sell a whole lot that weekend, but I hardly noticed. I felt like I was being taken care of, in many other ways.