There is nothing more unlovable than an old used tire. We see it and its long lifespan—the miles it has traveled, over what roads, carrying who or what above it—all that is an unknown and unknowable mystery, and who cares anyway, right? We just see its dirty, useless bulk taking up space in the world. That is, until someone remarkable looks and really sees it, sees its undreamt-of potential, and she cuts it up, and cuts up others of its ilk and puts them together into something wondrous: a spiky, thrumming drawing in air, energy and eternal delight.

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