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Photo’d HisHerstory : Potted History Pt 2…

10/11/2018

 

Here appears the second part of my #fonefotolove photo journalling ‘hisherstory’ in #fotomosaic_grid format.  (Pt 1 can be seen via this link)

LRs ‘Dead Bulb Chandeliers’ incorporating phone case Mini Artworks

Tagged #neuroDV_art on my Instagram page, I recognise and embrace my Aspie attention to the visual detail of my days – now encapsulated/digitalised into 15, 18 and 21-photo-image screenshots with my upgrade to a Samsung smartphone in 2014.

As I write this, I have now accumulated over 45,000 images in the past 8 years – and few of these are repeat shots of a single item or vista… Categorising these into folders on my phone, and then albums within iPhoto folders, is a creative / necessary / obsessive / satisfying / surprising – and survival activity for me…

These #fotomosaic_grids below represent the best of the Samsung Galaxy 3 screenshots from a variety of categories: Brighton Exteriors & Interiors, Edibles & Eateries, Exhibitions & Events, Flora, Holidays, Luc (LRs) Artworks, Others’ Art & Images, SelfieReflections, Shopfronts, Skyscapes, etc.

 

 

 

Click on individual _grids to see them as solo #photoabstract  &/or  #accidentalart images

 

 

 

 

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Photo’d HisHerstory : Potted History Pt1…

17/06/2018

I wrote ‘potted histories’ of my days in pocket size diaries between the ages of 14 and 32.  Some reflections on that form of journalling have been mentioned in this OTTP blog within posts of the Retro Diary Enquiry category – where I look back on those herstory days of yore and link them to the current days/ways of my trans(itioned) non-binary / genderqueer hisherstory of the new Millenium ‘Teenies’ years…

It wasn’t until 2010 that I acquired a Nokia camera phone.  Then began my photo-journalling journey.  That date was still 4 years prior to my diagnosis with Asperger’s Syndrome – when my newly-obsessive snap-happy life was made clearer: taking photographs was a way to encapsulate the intensity of my visual sensory input experience; plus, being busy taking photographs gave me a way to be self-contained within stress-inducing social situations.

The discovery of further encapsulating the intensity of the lone-wanderer photographic experience into a mosaic-style grid ‘collage’ of 12 images began with the Nokia in my day-to-day life in Devon back in 2010, and continued with my life-changing move to Brighton to explore being proactively political and creativist in a trans-aware/trans-embracing (and neurodivergent-supportive) city.

The now-Instagram-tagged #fotomosaic_grids (f/m_g’s) have appeared in cube style of 9 shots taken on a Samsung Galaxy A3 smartphone over the past 39 days (from May 2018).  The journey of image encapsulation in x12, 15, 21, 8, & 9 combination fotomosaics_grids from my Nokia-to-Samsung phones useage, will be covered – or revealed in gallery displays, as below – in the next few Parts of this potted history / photo’d hisherstory…

Click on individual _grids to see them as solo #photoabstract  &/or  #accidentalart images

 

 

 

 

 

 

More manhole covers, cafe, shopfronts and macro images, etc can be seen via the Photo Books category of this OTTP / off the trolley productions blog…

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Surprise visit to Sotheby’s…

02/04/2018

On a sunny day back in January I was heading to the exhibition of creations from Outside In artists being displayed on the ground floor of Sotheby’s auction house in London.  This exhibition was a celebration of Outside In achieving stand-alone charity status in its work to provide opportunities for artists facing barriers to the art world.

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After enjoying a breakfast for visiting artists, we were able to sit in on the auction being held that day: sales of artefacts with royal or noble heritage – including one of several copies of the Crown Jewels that were manufactured for display in the Britain and the Commonwealth at the time of ERII’s coronation in 1953.

 

The events inspired me to produce a couple of pieces of creative writing – in an Aspie voice: namely alphabetic/acrostic/shape style proems.

 

A-Z for Mayfair, W1 or Alphabet, do my Bidding ( Sale L18306 – 17.01.18 )

Anticipating croissants and sussing New Bond St –
Bonhams noted – when Sotheby’s windows with
Crescents of high carat diamonds spotted.
Doorman: liveried, Dutch accent, promises coffee,
Escorts one to a wood-panelled Gallery: closed – for
Function: private – with mismatch artisans (c. 2012-17)
Gathered, gossiping about sugar crystals on
Heirloom silver plate trays and
Indecently mini pastries for ‘pre-auction breakfast’…
Jarring with Cecil Beaton’s
Kind portraiture of Picasso, Cocteau and
Lily-white frocked debs and celebs of his day, plus
Mary Fedden’s still lives in the restaurant,
New art – eclectic and deviating from the norm:
Outsider artists’ creations in the exhibition space
Present a disarming and psychedelic array of
Quasi sculpture and paintings in cardboard, threads, felt tip, skip metals…
Royal and noble descent artefacts,
Surveyed and set to be put under the gavel –
Ten thirty on the dot GMT – in the
Upstairs Gallery: open and oozing valued antiquity;
Vestibule display – Lot 74 – pastiche Coronation Regalia:
Weaponry and Crowns in gilt metal on plaster,
Xpressly mounted on velvet and faux ermine fur;
Yellowing ‘imperial’ and ‘state’ labels on wood boxes with rope handles (c.1953);
Zircons for the citizens who can’t spot the difference…

 

 

 

The Crown Acrostic:
at Southeby’s told ‘Of Royal and Noble Descent’
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Sou-
theby’s told:
“Ordinary infantry? Nay!
‘Flasheart’ Captain Blood? oh yay! He,
roistering, randy playmate of the Monarch,
ogled those gaudy gem-encrusted Regalia in that
year 16-o-what? and fancied himself dastardly brigand
and Captain of Fortune who could outsmart those honoured,
liveried, red beef-eating and raven-minding Militia of the Tower
and steal away the State’s Crown Jewels: for mere ‘Blood sport’ and
notorietous cognition, one guesses; for surely the sacred pure pearls,
diamonds, deep sapphires, emeralds, rich rubies & such, bejewelled
national treasures: bright Crowns all, Sceptres, Spurs, Swords, &
Orb, Mace & most-favoured royal oil Anointing Spoon, would
be impossible to pass on to the ‘fences’ of them there times,
lest they spill the Jacobean beans, and Blood’s final cry be
emitted in prayer upon the citizens-viewed scaffold;
drawn & quartered his body dragged through
England’s capital; his head on a spike for vile
scavenger birds to pluck out his greed-filled eyes…
Consider this: his everwhile pal King James I – or II? –
endowed his Captain with forgiveness and bonhomie;
no hideous end, but continuity of the said Blood line
through the centuries to my own – mere wordsmith”

[ all of this is baloney/blarney in terms of historical reference: Colonel Thomas Blood stole some of the Crown Jewels in 1671 during the reign of Charles II; he was pardoned: perhaps for his sheer bravado – or because Charles II himself needed to top up his royal coffers…  The bloodline reference is true, but the family story was relayed as that of a Captain,friend of King James – with no word of his Roundhead & Cromwell allegiances… My own name was taken to match that of my ancestors, the Anglo-Irish Nuttall-Smiths ]

© Luc(e) Raesmith

 

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Grow : Wellbeing in Nature…

21/11/2017

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For eight weeks – from August to October – I had the incredible privilege of participating on a course of consecutive Thursdays spent in beautiful South Downs countryside.  It was the twentieth ‘season’ of the Grow Project’s wellbeing in Nature courses, known affectionately by all as Grow20.  This highly-effective immersion in ‘the green’ was hugely beneficial for my mental health; as a person with Asperger Syndrome, being out in the expansive space made relating with others much easier.

These courses have been funded and supported by several partner organisations: the National Trust, University of Brighton,  South Downs National Park Authority, the City’s Council – and Big Lottery Fund.  They are based at National Trust-owned Saddlescombe Farm and facilitated by Grow’s paid and volunteer workers, by NT rangers and the tenant sheep farmers, Camilla & Roly: on the farm, in the garden and orchard; out and about on the Downs; in community gardens in Brighton & Hove, including at Stanmer Park Organics – and also most-ably facilitated by all in the sharing of ‘potluck’ food together!

I hope that the fotomosaic images in the slideshow below, and the writings – that formed a part of my eight weeks’ journalling – will give a flavour of this special ‘season’ and the en-joy-ment that it brought to all…

Henrietta begat Coriander:
Pet Lambs Acrostic
 
SddlscmbSheepinPen0917Hay bales
Egg-laying
Nettles sting
Russet/carrot salad
Intention cards
Ewe’s udder
Testing teats…
Tractors: great & small
“Away!” sheepdog call

Barn owl pellet
English mutton/lamb
Garden picnic
Apples-to-go
Trolley stops-in-van

Cocoa ‘n’ date treat
Orange nasturtiums
Roly’s & Freddie’s farm
Intelligent creatures
Ant on to-do card
New ‘clan’ buddies
Dew pond photo
Edible flowers
Roof chorus grouse
[No! they were guinea fowl…]

(and, if I remember rightly, Henrietta was grandmother sheep to lamb, Coriander)

After an afternoon of ‘hurricane season’ cloud-watching on the Downs, I spent a week writing a haiku per day – based on that afternoon and the weather outside my east Brighton windows…

Weather Consciousness Haikus
 

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not-so-Andy-Goldsworthy wild art ‘Dungmobile’ – it moves with the wind!

Cloudscape bonanza:
Sun hat off and rain hood up;
Beech trees umbrella.

Blue-shirted school boys’
Astro-turf footie tempered
By the cloudless sky…

Breeze whips cumulous
Away and lends the laundry
Wrinkles with sun scents

Dull platinum sky
Spits and ripples the rust-like
Algae’d stone bird bath

Grey, mild, but drizzling:
Weather brings down my spirit
Along with the leaves.

Autumn in the air:
Bring out the long socks, long sleeves;
Relish wardrobe shift!

Oh, cheer! Sun seeps through:
Blanket grey’s blue-broken;
Bird bath water’s warmed.

(more haikus – one per day over a month for NaPoWriMo 2014 – can be seen on my ‘sibling’ blog site: OTTP Haiku City)

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Sadly, due to funding cuts, Grow21 season, due this winter, had to be cancelled.  I will now be volunteering assistance to fundraise for this very worthwhile project;  the Grow Project invites donations from any source – and it’s possible to watch their beautifully hand-painted, research evaluation animation – “nature-based intervention for mental health” – to understand the benefits of such courses and group days spent in the ‘great outdoors’.  To donate, visit Grow’s Facebook page

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The 28months Catch Up Post…

19/09/2017

Hooray for Steroids!  No wonder the sports officials have to test the athletes of the World…

In April & May of 2015 I moved home.  I developed tennis elbow from packing multiple smallish boxes that I could manage to lift myself…  I already suffered with referred nerve pain in my hands.  With fibromyalgia I was exhausted and in pain for months; blogging seemed out of the question.  The absence from creative online activity continued until 28 months had elapsed since my last post…

But hope arrived – finally – a few weeks ago: in the form of a steroid injection to my carpal tunnel syndrome’d right wrist – making extra computer mousework† more possible and less painfully agitating.  Hooray again!  († see Glossary category” Part 2)

So here is a selection of fotomosaics in a slideshow to illustrate the journal of my life over the past two and a quarter years… they’ll show home making, beach combing, dog walking, banner wielding, herb&bulb gardening, decorations hangings, out&about adventuring – and much mobile phone photographing.

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Trans* Rememberance…

26/11/2013

20th November is International Transgender Day of Rememberance, a day when around some parts of the world there is an acknowledgement of the hundreds of transgendered people who are murdered for being other: for being trans…

The recorded figures come close to 250 this year; the majority of those killed are transwomen of colour in South American countries, particularly Brazil.  However, there are estimated to be  closer to 1000+ transpersons whose violent deaths are not recorded, including those by suicide and deaths in prisons…

http://www.transrespect-transphobia.org/en_US/tvt-project/tmm-results/tdor-2013.htm

Rememberance gatherings in Brighton were held on the 20th at the University of Sussex and on Sunday, 23rd in the Methodist Church building where the Clare Project social drop-in gathering and counselling sessions are offered weekly to transgendered and questioning persons, from the City and beyond.

http://www.clareproject.org.uk/

By way of rememberance, I offer my photojournal screenshot ‘mosaics’ – from mobile phone camera; my favourites from June through November 2013.  These are a symbol of my good fortune, as a non-binary transperson in the UK, to live freely – and safely – by day and by night, expressing myself just as I am.  These also represent my appreciation of the City that has hosted the UK’s first Trans* Pride and whose Council leads the way in its commitment to improving and making equal the lives of young and adult transpersons, and in its zero tolerance of trans hate crime.

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Yay! UK Trans* Pride No.1…

09/08/2013

“It wasn’t all cupcakes, candy and condoms”…

Trans* Pride, Brighton kicked off with a film night inside Dukes at Komedia cinema in the Laines:  a sadly shocking documentary about the lives of Transwomen in South America; a *MyGenderation’s short: ‘Alice’– living her (poetic +) life in Kemptown, BN1; a French film, ‘Tomboy’ – depicting a young person’s gender identity exploration amongst friends and family… (*see MyG’s work – inc T*P documentary video via F’bk link here)

https://www.facebook.com/MyGenderationDocumentaryFilm?fref=ts

Saturday’s Pride event in New Steine Gardens exceeded all expectations in terms of persons-attending-numbers, weather, cycle-powered juice drinks, tip-top-performers, organisation, political-yet-personal-friendly-vibe, hen party attendees, non-corporate-ness, & gingerbread (trans)men…   Thank you Universe!

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Mx Andro HisHerself
Foto credit: Ludo Foster

Privileged to be a perfomer on the (inflatable!) stage, I/we belted out my proems (very loud & rather proud) to beat the rain and squall – and beating-a-retreat punters… & invited audience members to join me in the chorus (in italics) of the verse:  ‘Just Call Me You / Person* / Luc’ (as below –  & as in *Person is Not a Rude Word…)

Having ‘snapped’ the setting-up, and sat out a damp-dismantling of the park event, I lasted a few hours only of the Trans*frau cabaret/dance event at The Blind Tiger pub&club: amazing performances from guest stars Lazlo Perlman and Rhyannon Styles (and one dance to Depeche Mode, ‘Just Can’t Get Enough’ ).  See more evidence of the whole (s)hebang on the Trans* Pride F’bk page…

https://www.facebook.com/TransPrideBrighton?fref=ts

(Proudly wore my large “tranny lanny / well ‘ard trans lanyard” on the night bus home – emblazoning ‘Trans* Person’ to the world…)

Sunday blazed blue & peachy for the great-Tshirts&Tattoos-exposure that coloured the Trans* Beach BBQ-Picnic.  Kites were flown; shoulders got burned; chargrilled haloumi was delish (sans relish); some braved the waves; dogs sheltered beside T-hairy’d legs; shadows stretched…

Huge gratitude & respect to all those who put in vast amounts of work (up front & behind the scenes – past & present) to make this wonderful weekend happen:  Alex, Claire, Elliot, Fox, Jane, Lewis, Nick, Nicky, Phleim, Phoenix, Rory, Sabah, Sarah, Sharon, Steph, Tanya, Vicki – and other unknown / unnamed persons & organisations…

All revealed right here…

(with ‘sound track’ : Daylight & the Sun, courtesy of Antony & The Johnsons)

Just Call Me You / Person / Luc

I’m quite a dapper dresser me,
My many hats can cause a stir:
Recycled, bargain togs are up-my-street
(And I’ve been spotted in faux fur).
I’m a case of ewe/ram dressed as lamb,
But still,  I think you will concur that
“I’m not a bloody Lady
And I’m not a bleedin’ Sir”
 
I like a parasol/umbrella me;
My trolley: not just a Hoppa shopper;
My walking stick folds up quite neat;
My bus-rides-cushion is fake fur.
You’ll oft’ find me with my shades & fan;
And yet,  I think you will concur that
“I’m not a bloody Lady
And I’m not a bleedin’ Sir”

Always been a comfort-eater me…
Beer?  No thanks – I’ll have a cuppa.
Sometimes spirits, yes – but never neat!
(Me ‘meds’ more-like to make me slur…)
No, I’d rather scoff scone, cream & jam,
And so,  I think you will concur that
“I’m not a bloody Lady
And I’m not a bleedin’ Sir”

I’m an Aspie ‘tranny’ person see –
With quirks & moods & temper.
Colours & words make me complete
(And umpteen snaps wi’ mobile camera).
It’s everything friggin’ ‘queer’  I am
So,  please,  you must concur that
“I’m not a bloody Lady
And I’m not a bleedin’ Sir”

© Luc(e) Raesmith
July 2013-07-23
(for Trans* Pride UK, Brighton & Hove, No. 1)

…and The Pride-ness continues (ever-remindered as a wet-park-tideline on my best Spanish leather shoes)