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…
View the #photoabstract &/or #accidentalart images as slideshow below
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…

Back in 2004, on a part time arts course – including film studies – the subject was film noir. Relatively new to me at the time I threw myself into reading Dashiell Hammett and watching a handful of films – The Big Sleep, Maltese Falcon, Gilda, etc – to jen up on the world of the ‘hard-boiled’ private detective and the femme fatale.
Putting in fewer class hours on other subjects than my peers, I offered to do extra in film studies, and so when it came to actually creating five minutes worth of film noir, I found myself becoming overnight screenplay writer, director, wardrobe mixtress, props producer, editor – and probaby gaffer and key grip into the bargain.
‘Bite of the Apple’ had it all: diamante gems sat on velvet jerkily rotating on a ceramics studio potters wheel; San Francisco fog rolling in from Alcatraz via the smoke machine in the drama workshop; gunshots from a real lead pistol misfiring in iMovie audio mode; old style digital phone tone ringing out on a mobile – and lashings of lipstick on the dame shot close-up in a compact mirror…
The whole memory of those heady Hollywoodesque two weeks inspired my first attempt at creating a villanelle style poem in February this year; as can be seen Aspie wordplay in my brain was doing its thang – as usual – to inspire the poem’s content…





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