Brighton Festival Artist Exposure…

image magpie : text magnet

image magpie : text magnet

Beyond ‘Queer in Brighton’ (mobile photography) and ‘Brighton Trans*formed’ (bunting stitchery), creative recycling artist (collage & montage), Luc Raesmith ‘hits’ the Phoenix and the Open Art House trail during the 2105 Brighton Festival. (Plus, ‘fits’ all that into their hectic home move schedule…)

Read all about it on the Mind LiVE blog post: exhibiting-with-artists-who-are-marginalised-or-in-recovery

GrandmotherBoard (detail)

Grandmother Board (detail)


Close Up and Personal No.1…


Taking a departure from moving fotovideos and grid-locked fotomosaics, my latest foto venture is an Albelli foto/photo book ‘close up and personal no.1’ : a slim volume of 30-something pages [as oppose to the 250+ images tome of the earlier Blurb fotobook ‘Utilitarian: A Pavement Level Perspective’ on all-things-manhole ]

How close up?  The images are mostly in macro mode…

and personal? Well…

I made the potato salad

I grew the marigolds

I’ve owned a blue-haired troll since 1999

I watch detective forensic dvds

As an ex-Nissan owner, I find Tarmac Terrorist a nice phrase but a noisy concept

I don’t like getting raindrops on my specs

I do like Boogaloo Stu’s shoes!

So here’s a taster image:



but do click here for the fotobook…










Bikesexual in East Sussex…






Who said there’s no such thing as bikesexuality?  I can attest to its alive-and-kickingness (and so does this Canadian website).  But, how well I remember those mocking last-century-Eighties: hell hath no fury like the separatist homo sapiens…


I have to face-and-confess it: I’m an ex-closet A-sexual with an Extra-Gel saddle still hanging on the back of my front door.  Yes, these days I’m a mere voyeur – or just another wannabe trikesexual…



(But the way my lower half feels some days, I’m more likely to be seen in the company of a Germanic trikescooter…)



Confused? Don’t be.  Enjoy (hopefully) this introductory fotovideo capturing ‘the B word’ gloriously, proudly, out-and-about in Brighton and Hove (with an upbeat jazz-funk soundtrack too…)



9 Ways to Lose & Find 4 Months…



1.  Have transgender reconstructive chest surgery at a Brighton hospital: Nuffield-swaddled and self-nestled atop the South Downs valley overlooking the Channel and changeable cloudscapes…


2. Hotel-recuperate in western Hove on the best late-Summer weekend of October: ice-cream inviting and skyscape foto-inducing…


3. Indulge in cafe stops between 2&4-hour-long anaesthetically-dopey siestas; add a little creativity, literary and 2nd-hand retail therapy…


4. Escape the whine of tree surgeons’ chainsaw pruning elms on home street; savour the autumnal flora in a local city oasis…


5. Be snap-happy at the Brighton PhotoBiennial: find new vistas from tucked-away venues…


6. Seek normalcy in scaffolding: from behind home blinds with house painters; from below Community Base with focus groupers; from beyond the station with city commuters…


7.  Be bemused by across-Atlantic Halloween excesses on trips to Picture House and Rottingdean Museum, plus North Laine retro emporium…


8.  Continue collaging self-identity self-portraits: Fridays for Mindful Art amongst friends…


9. Find the Festive Season all around and upon us: more of Life’s decorations and delicacies savoured and survived…


And so to 2015…






Eye Heart Norfolk

Envy the Broads
Yell at the pesky gulls
Eyeball the yokels (or vice versa)

Huff the second homers
Enjoy the ices (Mr Whippy & chips)
Art-it-up Norwich way
Rough it with Royals
Tread catholically on and by

Needlous pines and samphirous marshes
Organic lavender and prehistoric amber
Rough neck fisher-farmers and alpaca walkers
Flint unflinchingly vertical, nautical, horizontal
Offshore windfarms; insurgent water forces
Locals and Londoners crabby & crabbing…
Kingdom country; Ask Jeeves – or Stephen Fry

© Luc(e) Raesmith


This slideshow requires JavaScript.




Brighton Trans*formed Exhibition Engagement…


The making of an exhibition: vision and tissues, dramas and hobnobs, budgets and tea bags, politics and pizza,  hormones and pinking shears, printers ink and chocolate, red tape and hula hoops, thunderstorms and batteries, persons and petrol, egos and ice cream, laptops and bed linen, faith and sticky-back plastic…



This slideshow requires JavaScript.


For more information, see also Brighton Trans*formed Exhibition Group and Trans* Pride Facebook pages, and QueenSpark Books website:







Homage to Tove Jansson…


For  the near 3 years that I have been living in Brighton & Hove, I’ve been eyeing up  the Moomin character plastic plates and mugs on sale in the city’s Jubilee Library shop.  I promised myself a gift of an item of Moomin picnic crockery – one day…

shop window display for Tove Jansson centenaryThen, idling through the North Laine, I was stopped in my tracks at the shop that stocks the full range of everything Moomin that can be bought from the Finland company, Arabia: the window display blared the news that 2014 was the centenary anniversary of the birth of Tove Jansson, Finnish creator of MoominValley and all its creatures.  So, this had to be the year of the promised purchase!

My siblings and I received Moomin books as birthday presents from our uncle in Finland – and his Finnish wife and our 2 cousins – long before the American cartoon of the Moomins’ antics hit the TV screens in this country.  Great delight followed when one year – for Christmas, perhaps – we received Moomin ‘dolls’.  I got Moomin Papa: he had a silver grey fake fur body and a removable black leather top hat.

Reliving the delights of those fantasy books (some of which remained on my shelves or in precious storage into my middle age), I treated myself to a plate featuring a whole array of Moomin Valley creature beings: a special centenary celebration design – and one most fitting to celebrate my own recent 55th birthday!

poster showing Moomin Valley residentsLast Autumn I enjoyed rereading one of Tove Jansson’s much-loved fiction works for adults: ‘The Summer Book’.  The delicious directness of her prose, in a collection of some of her own favourite short stories entitled ‘The Winter Book’, awaits my upcoming recuperation from gender corrective chest surgery – when I can read at my leisure in the shade of an elm tree, with a mug of sweet tea at my side and a flapjack on my new Moomin plate…

Perhaps in my dual-genderedness, I carry more of the Moomintroll and the Snork Maiden archetypes in my outer being than most; or is it just that I am more of an embodiment of Thingummy and Bob?

If you’ve not yet discovered Tove Jansson and Moomintrolls, then I hope my humble foto/text homage will tempt you to explore their world…


Moomins mugshot in the North Laine