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The Assault on Mallory’s Feat

08 Saturday Jun 2024

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The season is monsoon, the hour is uncertain, the time is the middle of the night, the emotions are mixed, the spirits are high and drained at the same time, and the body is exhausted, cold, and shivering in the dark.

The date is the beginning of June, the 8th to be precise.

The year is 1924, and the man is George Mallory.

He’s back from the summit of Mount Everest, he’s on the descent.

Today marks the 100th commemorative year that he and Irvine went up to set a record. Today’s also the date to see their achievement recognized and acknowledged as such.

George Mallory and Sandy Irvine exhausted beyond belief are taking a slightly different route than the ascent route, mainly because having had a higher viewpoint, Mallory was able to devise a shorter path to reach camp VI at 26,800 ft, which he is certain to reach soon with Sandy Irvine. But soon, they would be separated for good, taking a fall under the waxing moon that would see him lose his life, face down on the mountain.

Earlier, the rope tied around their waist had abruptly snapped on a rock, thus inflicting severe bruising on George’s skin and probably hurting the muscles, already painful with the continuous strain endured since their departure in the morning. Sandy must have sustained similar wounds, even an open injury of some sort, which would explain the blood splatters on Mallory’s jacket. At some point, maybe during the rope incident, Mallory’s wristwatch crystal was knocked off and got dislodged. The lack of damage on the bezel indicates that the watch never directly sustained a hit or brutal blow. Antique watch connoisseur and engineer David Boettcher (www.vintagewatchstraps.com) thinks that the slightest of impacts at a particular angle could have resulted in the crystal falling off. With the loss of the crystal, the clear consequence was for Mallory to take his beloved Borgel 1915-16 model off his wrist to put it in his pocket to preserve it from further damage. To take off one watch at this altitude must have taken effort, pulling off the gloves, in the cold air, and placing it in his pocket, where it was found. In the night, under a feeble moonlight, it would have been so difficult, it would have been better to leave it on the wrist.

George and Sandy had left the camp a little late, equipped with the oxygen cylinders that had tremendously helped to restore their strength and to increase their velocity, a fact that every climber had noticed with great joy, albeit for a little disappointment of not being able to go without oxygen all the way up.

The modern climber, when summitting from the North face, uses a specific route, the ridge, and starts the usage of oxygen much lower on the mountain. modern equipment and gear, supposedly superior to the 1924 clothing do not make the climber immune to frostbite, cold, or exposure. An article in BBC on 13th June 2006 about the replication of their clothing and its use on a similar climb states the opposite, i.e. that their flannel, silk, wool, and cashmere clothing is much more efficient and suited for such activities against the cold and the altitude than modern plastic fibers).

The modern mindset of Everest climbers as a matter of being the eldest or the first of this type of jam eater, or another type of label is appallingly divorced from the mindset of those types of pure truth reality seekers. The mentality of “look at me on top of Everest through my selfie” becomes a vain endeavor, where the overcoming of one’s ego and physical limits were once the driving force and strength of spirit over matter. Modern gear also does not make up for lack of preparation or being accustomed to high altitude and producing tremendous efforts to achieve very little physical progression.

The “summit fever”, the adrenaline rush familiar to almost all Everest summiteers (and all mountaineers climbing a mountain to reach its top, must experience this, no matter the mountain) had given him a quasi-supernatural strength to achieve the climb.

Galahad, as his friend Winthrop Young had nicknamed him during one of their expeditions in the Alps, alongside Sandy Irvine, the young (22 years old) Oxford oxygen apparatus genius, diligently, dutifully climbed the formidable rocky fortress one last time for his country, to claim the conquest for England. NO doubt summit fever had washed over him powerfully, as he knew this climb would be the last try. Little did he know it would be a forever last. And so he marched on, soldiered on with the quiet and strong, focused Irvine as his companion. Whatever the regrets he may have had that Finch was not with him to climb that day, Mallory soldiered on with the less experimented Irvine. They had a mission. Mallory had left a note for Oddell before leaving, and the last sentence reads: “Perfect weather for the job”…

2,000ft below, Noel Oddell, a superb climber himself, the geologist of the team, watched their progression closely, carefully recording his observations in a notebook, and in his diary. As the day progressed, the mountain clouded over and Mallory and Irvine were lost from sight. Then, as Odell surmounted a short cliff just below the top camp, the weather cleared. Noel Oddell wrote in a dispatch for the Times :

‘The entire summit ridge and final peak of Everest were unveiled,’ Odell wrote in a dispatch for the Times. ‘My eyes became fixed on one tiny black spot silhouetted on a small snow crest beneath a rock step in the ridge; the black spot moved.

‘Another black spot became apparent and moved up the snow to join the other on the crest. The first then approached the great rock step and shortly emerged at the top; the second did likewise. Then the whole fascinating vision vanished, enveloped in cloud once more. There was but one explanation. It was Mallory and his companion, moving, as I could see even at that great distance, with considerable alacrity… The place on the ridge mentioned is a prominent rock step at a very short distance from the base of the final pyramid.” (final pyramid -also known as Summit pyramid-altitude is: 28,540-28,870 ft.) What is a very short distance? Well, in this case, it is safe to say probably less than 30 ft)

This fact, put on paper almost instantly upon its occurrence, bears all the indications of a victorious climb. Later, Noel Oddell would water down his statement, to the point that in public, he would seem to doubt his own words and his fresh memory of his observation. In private, however, he remained strongly convinced that the majestic mountain had been conquered that day.

One can say that he was pressured to doubt the reality of a successful climb on June 8th and to doubt his own eyes, his own witness account.

Consecutive dispatches from Edward Norton – some contradicting themselves- were issues over a short period. With each passing day, following the stupor tinged with the sadness of the loss of two fine men, and team members, the doubt of Mallory and Irvine reaching the summit was implicitly suggested, then induced and eventually stated, with a careful choice of wording. It became more or less subtext in every news article, mind, and opinion. The two empty seats at the makeshift dining table carving the absence of their companions did not affect Norton’s overall goal of minimizing the tremendous accomplishment of his lost subordinates. Back at the Mount Everest Committee, A.R. Hinks still instructed Norton how to think and steered his views and opinion on the “failed attempt”. Hinks was seemingly the humble joint secretary on paper but in reality a master manipulator ( PR anyone?) and orchestrator of finances – with whom Mallory had several brushes, particularly regarding expenses. Hinks, who didn’t hesitate to write directly to Ruth Mallory, to obtain, by ruse, information that her husband George was not willing to provide him with, Hinks, clashed with Mallory, Hinks emerged as the ferocious fighter for all rights, photographs, lectures, publications, and related financial gain being controlled and collected solely by the Committee, or the RGS.

Hinks, lastly, had refused to enroll George Finch, a fine climber and excellent friend of Mallory, this time around for the 1924 Expedition, although Finch had proven to be a reliable team player and a remarkable climber. Hinks had a lot to gain in minimizing Mallory’s role, especially as the climbing leader.

Was it jealousy? Hicks and Mallory were Cambridge alumni, Hinks from Trinity College (1546) , and Mallory from Magdelene College (1428). According to everyone who had met him, George Mallory was a very charismatic man, Hinks has never been described as charismatic.

Was it that the Committee understood that if no one could claim the summit as their own, then they would not have to share the rewards, and financial deals following this formidable feat, especially with the widow of a dead hero? If no one had summitted, then there was just another expedition to put up to finally get a conqueror.

Was it the sheer joy of being at his desk, in London, yet being the most powerful man of the Expedition, thanks to his web of connections and as the finance man, responsible for the “marketing and communication”, to use a modern concept, of the Committee? Hinks’ controversial role in the Committee has never seized to puzzle most believers in Mallory’s conquest of Everest. Particularly the bitter fight that opposed him to Ficnh regarding lectures he was invited to give in Switzerland. One also can wonder how the doctors selected by the committee to determine the fitness of the climbers could deem Finch “poorly or unfit “to partake in the expedition. [please see ‘The Controversy regarding G I Finch as published in the Alpine Journal of Sept 2003] (The man had only been climbing just about any mountains in the Alps since his teenage, even scaling Notre Dame under the moonlight at night when he was 14. Just a reminder: George Finch was a very outspoken, unconventional man his teaching methods were at odds with those of Oxbridge scholars. Similarly, Mallory was also an unconventional teacher at Charterhouse, a progressist in a way. His methods of interacting with his students in a less formal manner puzzled said pupils, for instance, No wonder both men had developed a close friendship based on their similar views on education, their love of climbing and probably similar climbs done in the Alps, as well as sharing many other opinions on various aspects of life.) I would analyze this move from the Committee *ahem * cough cough *Hinks* as a way to further assert control on Mallory by depriving him of a loyal friend who would be his best ally, especially when negotiating aspects of the expeditions with Edward Norton, the

Yet, despite all the campaigns to distance Irvine and Mallory from their legitimate outstanding achievement – being the highest climber in the history of Mount Everest mountaineering, beating Norton’s highest point of 28,000 ft, as per Odell’s sight of the men. Even by the modern and now standardized labeling of the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd steps and the final pyramid, the final pyramid was already called that in 1924. It’s also interesting to note that the official expedition account published by Edward Norton several months later, in 1925, quoted a different statement by Odell, making that visual evidence to become uncertain. So there appeared the campaign to suppress the exact account of Noel Oddell of what he saw, namely his friends just below the summit, going up there rapidly, showing no sign of weakness nor slowing their pace (=summit fever seen precisely while it was occurring). Therefore the disappearance of their amazing feat into the limbo of the absence of “real” proof, was deemed acceptable by those who would be enraged if their own summit was called into question. A real proof is, of course, pictures of the long lost camera, the VPK or Vest Pocket Kodak. Or perhaps, Sandy Irvine’s ghost or his body suddenly materialising, or some of their belongings were found on the tiny triangle of the summit.

We can only join the dots of what happened after the clouds engulfed the two brave climbers. We join the dots with what we know and what the later discoveries gave us to add to our understanding of this whole situation, the legend that followed, and the scam that developed around it.

Sadly, Sandy Irvine and George Mallory didn’t return alive to tell their comrades about their climb. Victorious climb, in my opinion, when I factor in all the elements pointing in that direction. Many clues speak of a truly successful summit conquest. The discovery of Mallory’s body in May 1999 brought several answers while leaving others to our sleuthing and logical deduction based on facts to fill in the gaps. Many believers in their victory point out the indisputable elements and facts: the statistic that death on Mount Everest in a higher proportion occurs on the descent, the state of Mallory’s body and equipment, the injuries, the objects retrieved high up the mountain after a successful summit, Mallory’s choice of route known since 1921, their oxygen equipment, the objects found on Mallory’s body, and more incontestably: the objects missing on Mallory’s body. More on that later.

RGS photograph

Firstly, we must ask ourselves, why would Oddell record something different than what he saw?

Secondly, why would Norton change the exact record of what Oddell saw? Once again, let’s have a look at what Noel Oddell wrote in his diary, after at 12:50, the mists suddenly cleared, “saw M & I on the ridge, nearing the base of the final pyramid”. The first account, is documented on the spot. Fresh from the horse’s mouth, so to speak. Michael Tracy confirms this in his meticulously researched videos and on his blog: Odell sent a mountain dispatch down to Norton at Advanced Base Camp stating they were seen at the Final Step (Third), just below the pyramid at 12:50. He also informs us that Norton destroys this dispatch and then falsifies the altitude and time in a report to The Times. Again, why? Because there is a narrative to be sold, a story to be told, a place in the history of mountaineering, and a world record to hold. With Mallory and Irvine dead, no one can challenge Norton’s place on the highest mountain. Ego trumps the reality of true facts.

The image below shows what the final pyramid encompasses. Can one be closer to summitting? In green is the route Mallory had said all along he would choose, as written in letters, particularly his last letter to Ruth his wife, even as his route plan shared with the team. In yellow, the modern route, on the arete of the ridge, above the North Col.

Everest 1924 – Vlado Cuchran via Pinterest

Thirdly, it bears reminding that George Mallory was no ordinary climber. From an early age, he showed fearlessness, a sense of daredevil, an energy that made him akin to a “young tiger” and above all, the unshaken belief in his own capabilities and that he could achieve anything climbing-wise.

Maybe not at a conscious level, yet this following incident speaks volumes about his supreme disdain for danger, as told by his friend, the poet Rupert Graves: “My friend George Mallory,… who later disappeared close to the summit of Mount Everest, once did an inexplicable climb on Snowdon. He had left his pipe on a ledge, halfway down one of the Lliwedd precipices, and scrambled back by a short-cut to retrieve it, then up again by the same route. No one saw what route he took, but when they came to examine it the next day for the official record, they found an overhang nearly all the way. By a rule of the Climbers’ Club climbs are never named in honor of their inventors, but only describe natural features. An exception was made here. The climb was recorded as follows: ‘Mallory’s Pipe: a variation on Route 2… This climb is totally impossible. It has been performed once, in failing light, by Mr GHL Mallory.’

A new route, dangerous, but opened by Mallory because he wanted to retrieve his beloved pipe. Shows determination, and respect for his belongings, and how much he loved his pipe.

British Everest Expedition 1922, Mallory on the front row, seated, left, holding his pipe. Photograph courtesy of RGS

Percy Wyn-Harris, a member of the 1933 expedition found Irvine (because of the 3 notches found on it, attributed to be Irvins’s habit, yet it was common practice) or possibly Mallory’s ice axe at 27,920 ft (but the location keeps changing, according to the speaker and his agenda, alas). He also picked up Mallory’s mitten a little higher up on the ridge. Who in their right mind would take off their mitten in such a cold temperature? Was it blown down onto the ridge from a higher point? BTW, the mitten’s exact location keeps changing too, according to who is talking about it. Same question again: if Percy Wyn-Harris had made it up, then why? He had nothing to gain unless the mitten and the axe were found higher than he said he found them and felt the competition was tough, but he was the one finding them and lived to tell about it. But then again, the artifacts were still higher than Norton’s final point in what was later dubbed the “Norton Couloir”.

Noel Oddell offered that this axe was probably left on purpose to be picked up on the descent, as this portion of the mountain is not a snow field, but rocks.

Wang Hogbao, a Chinese climber with the Chinese Expedition, reported seeing the body of an “English Dead” (because the sitting dead Caucasian man had suspenders and was wearing old-fashioned clothing) at 8,200 meters in 1975, close to the Chinese highest camp. This puts the high point of the Irvine, and Mallory certainly too, higher than Norton’s and Somervell’s.

When Mallory’s body was found by Mr Anker on May 1st, 1999, a climber from the Team set out to search for Mallory and Irvine, three notable objects were missing, among all the things that were retrieved from his pockets.

To conclude, and in addition to all the previous evidence, here are the last ones, the missing objects he was known to have, and was seen with. George was meticulous, he had kept a set of letters from his brother, and friends tightly tied in one of his monogrammed handkerchiefs, in a pocket close to his hearts.

1* The photographs :

Firstly, the photograph of Ruth, his beloved wife, that he was known to leave on the top of the mountain. His daughter Clare recalled his saying he would do this. No photograph of Ruth has been found on him in 1999. Where is the photograph?

Secondly, the photograph of his children that Ruth had sent him, upon his request, and that had arrived in a previous letter, in Nepal, and for which he thanked her in one of his last letters. This documented photograph of the children has not been found on Mallory, in any of his pockets that have been thoroughly searched (the other letters have been found and brought back to Base Camp and have found their way to the Royal Geographical Society Archives, along with his hobnail boot and several other artifacts. Where is this photograph?

2* Ruth’s letters and Marjorie Holmes’ Letters. Mallory had developed an epistolary relatiooonship with a young teacher, probably following one of his lectures, when she wrote him first. Her letters to him don’t seem to have survived. [The letters he wrote have been later donated by her grandson to the RGS, they show a similar approach to education, and she as a young teacher was certainly interested in his opinion on the subject of education, and Mallory is clearly happy to have someone to discuss his views too, someone with an intellectual interest for the matter, albeit the occasional flirtatious tone. I have had the pleasure of seeing them and holding them during a trip to the RGS while I was researching Mallory in June 2014. I happened to be consulting them (and many other documents related to the British Everest Expeditions), on the same day George Mallory’s family came to have a look at the artifacts the Irvine and Mallory Research team in 1999 had brought back. So I had the tremendous honor to see the handkerchief, the letters, his hobnail boot, and the altimeter being brought to me for consultation in the archives boxes. It was a very solemn moment, very poignant, emotional bordering on overwhelming. Beyond the decades, the distance, and death, I had between my hands Mallory’s letters. It was as if we shook hands beyond time and space. In June 2013, I wrote and published a short story featuring a younger Mallory, I went several times back to consult the Mallory papers at the RGS, and in 2017, I even went to Cambridge to do more research, I even went to Oxford to consult Sandy Irvine’s diary. It’s a special kind of emotion and feeling to be able to hold those precious papers of deceased people that we admire that are not of our family.]

Where are those letters? None was found on his body, and his bundle of letters neatly protected by his hankie shows how attached he had become to such mundane things as letters, during his long absence from home, in a landscape so arid and desolated, he could not help but long for the”English countryside”.

And 3* His beloved Pipe. This is the most crucial, and the never talked about item by any Mallory researcher and believer in his successful climb, and yet it is probably the most definitive proof. Mallory loved to smoke his pipe, he took on smoking at an early age. He was so dearly attached to his pipe that he even one day braved tiredness and a dangerous climb alone to retrieve this pipe he had forgotten on a ledge of rock (as aforementioned). His pipe was not among George’s belongings that were brought back to Ruth. It was not found on his body, it was not in his tent at Camp VI or Camp V or even at Base Camp, because Noel Oddell would have brought them back with him after June 9th, and it would have been given back to Ruth, as a precious souvenir to treasure for years to come, even maybe pass on to John his son, later. Where is the Pipe?

Those missing elements converge into established irrefutable proof that Mount Everest was conquered that day, 100 years ago by this man, with Sandy Irvine. And to leave a trace behind him, George “Galahad” Herbert Leigh Mallory left his most treasured possessions he had brought with him, as one presents one’s offering to a God one has deference for, and that one respects and honors.

The absence of those most intimate and close to his heart objects, his beloved precious belongings he could only part with upon accomplishing something greater than flattering is ego, something he was missioned to do and a task he did superbly, humbly, dutifully, even at the cost of his life.

It is easy then for another summiteer to claim that a successful conquest of an unvanquished summit it to come back alive. Well, these words have always had a strange echo, and the wording had always seemed bizarre. It’s also easy to say that no artifacts were found, well, no one was there with him to confirm or infirm that, and letters, pipes, and photographs surely can be blown easily away by strong winds. I would also be possible, to complete the offering of personal belongings, that Mallory could have put his wollen mitten on top of those objects, only for it to be blown down on the ridge at a later time, and be found by Wyn-Harris 9 years later, seemingly out of nowhere.

One can be the first to summit via the North Face, and not live to tell the story. But the truth still is what it is, and history revisionists and crooks cannot rewrite facts when evidence is so compelling. Not withstanding the goggles found in his pocket, further proof that he was on the descent when the fatal fall occurred, leading to his death. Seen at 12:550 pm within a short distance from the final pyramid, with a sun setting at around 7pm,

Can we agree evidence of a victorious climb is more than 98% likely to have happened? The 2% remaining are encapsulated in the missing objects Mallory was known to have with him, and even some everybody knows he would leave on top of the mountain?

It’s time Sandy Irvine and George Mallory are given back what belongs to them: the definitive badge of honor of being the first summiteers of Mount Everest via the North Route and the North Face.

Today’s the day to dust off any misconstrued reality and to reveal the truth.

The Assault on Mount Everest (1922) is a fantastic read.

The Assault on Mallory and Irvine’s Feat, that’s started in 1924 has to come to an end. This is the day.

Mount Everest, via the North Ridge route, North Face was most certainly conquered for the first time on June 8th, 1924, by George Mallory and Sandy Irvine.

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From Prince to Toad

01 Monday May 2023

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Is anyone else tired of the continuous circus put out by Prince Toadger and his grifter wife, a.k.a the Douche and Douchass of Suck-a-lot?

I created these images some time ago, and I wondered if I’d post them, but this never-ending reality show of their supposed “best love story ever” has passed its expiration date.

We have all seen the lies and fabrication of false stories, the outrageously dishonest narrative, and frankly, they’re as pathetic and irrelevant as Vain Wallis and her inconsistent husband Edward the Vacuous.

So I wanted to turn it into fun stuff, to bring comic relief, hence the toad.

The Prince Toadger, Douche of Suck-a-lot (or Suckeggs, depending on the business at hand), Earl of Dumb-like-no-one
It’s a Toad’s life, Poem about Prince Toadger and his worse half, Rachel Megaliar the Douchass of Suckeggs

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More guns with my breakfast, Hollywood, pls.

27 Friday May 2022

Posted by Floreva in Movies, This world we live in

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Hollywood of the hills

Hollywood maybe be the cray-cray pool of inspiration where imaginative writers craft unique stories, it’s also where dreams are not just built, but watered and nurtured to become the illusion of reality that we are fed to think that’s what our lives should look like. Through the prism of TV series and movies, reality shows and talk shows, as well as televised quiz shows, all carefully designed, scripted, and filmed (yeah, even reality shows where cheating spouses were “exposed”), we are given a standard to compare ourselves, our lives and achievements too, and feel a certain way about it. Usually, bad or depressed…. thank you very much, hollyfriggin’wood, now’s time for my anti-depressant…… So that we can consume more “happy content” (solid, visual, liquid, powder, smoke…) and forget about our own life, goals, and dreams.

Hollywood also fiercely fences itself within its own glam distortions of basic decency and respect for ethics. Arrogantly, Hollywood showed its true nature from the early days on with gigantic wood letters perched on the mountains surrounding this well of unfathomable wealth (but not everybody can drink from it). The very location of the Hollywood sign screams: “I’m above you, you’ll never reach the top unless I decide so, on my terms.”

Interestingly those terms have been exposed in recent years, but with various reception. And the script, the visual storytelling, the cast, and the score permeate society invisibly, changing rules, making rules, making us accept things or deem them “the standard” (I don’t like the word “Normal” which annihilates the possibility of something different to be welcomed as an ok and a viable alternative), when they are not. Another form of coercion or violence that one has to accept in order to get a job or become toast. (Ask Brendan Fraser)

Hollywood of the limelights

Hollywood is also where the lights of the city blind anyone with bling and fake happiness, displayed on glossy photoshopped snapshots in magazines.

Hollywood of the quiet brainwashing of minds

In the name of “creativity”, many things have been filmed and fed to the masses, that serve no purpose other than instilling fear or rage. Or plant ideas that glamorize violence. It’s done on a massive scale, it’s done in technicolor and large screen, with HD sound, the best cast and crew, and more FX than we can think of… It’s more or less subtle… It’s called …brainwashing.

I recall here the chef Olivier Rollinger, who was one evening beaten to death by teens after they had watched Clockwork Orange, just because they had watched it and wanted to unleash their violence onto someone. He was left for dead, badly injured, bruised with a broken nose. Because Hollywood gives itself full license and freedom to do anything and everything (porn is also made there), because morals are deemed to be outdated or a sign of bigotry, movies explore human behaviors and the human psyche with a fresh approach.

Yet, do we need to see horrendous things happening on a large screen, thus engorging our brains with unfiltered horror?

Drawing after shooting in Parkland, Florida, Feb 2018. Florence Vitel

Hollywood of the unapologetic spreading of violence

Violence begets violence, exposure to violence, and the ensuing degradation of our senses as to what is acceptable and what’s not erodes our sense of compassion and respect for others. We are left with a bruised sense of self-respect and respect for this fragile yet wonderful thing: life.

Who can think it’s beneficial for any of us?

Numerous medical studies have shown it’s not innocuous.

When the only resort for angry people is reaching for a gun and killing kids in schools, what does it say about society?

When words cannot express their inner feelings, because they are not shown that’s what to do, and because a gun does it “better” for them, because it’s been seen countless times on screens, isn’t time for a deeper reflection?

When will Hollywood clean its act for good and take full responsibility?

It won’t, because violence, and guns, sell. And it sells because we have been groomed into thinking it’s a better movie with the supposed thrill of a gun being drawn, at some point. Or the potential of it happening. Even some “family movies” such as “Home Alone” feature guns. (Am I the only one to be shocked by that?). And we’ve been shown, that it’s a “normal thing” (= as in “it’s the norm”). Well, it’s not and shouldn’t have become an accepted standard.

The glamorization of gangsters in the 30’s, alongside the renewed lease on supposedly”loveable” bad boys who suck at getting a proper meaningful life, but who are swift to produce a GUN, is still going strong in Hollywood (think no further than moronic Han Solo and his pathetic line to Leia “You love bad boys” and how he grossly ignores her rebuttal of his unsolicited advances, what a jerk, really). Notwithstanding the killing of women or girls, in countless legal or detective dramas/series. (it’s still nauseating really, to see the proportion of females, in comparison to males, being killed in order to “create entertainment”, haven’t those misogynistic or revengeful (for whatever reason) writers not heard of #metoo? or basic respect for the other half of the population?)

Since 1950, gun violence in movies produced in Hollywood has doubled in proportion. Mass shootings have been increasing accordingly too.

From Hollywood to Anytown, USA

Deaths by firearms (mass-shooting, individual shooting, suicide) are not showing any decrease. Coward politicians refuse to tackle the debate, and thus, there’s been no debate about 2nd amendment since the shooting at Sandy Hook, basically.

/www.politifact.com states that : “there have been 1,516,863 gun-related deaths since 1968, compared to 1,396,733 cumulative war deaths since the American Revolution. That’s 120,130 more gun deaths than war deaths — about 9 percent more, or nearly four typical years worth of gun deaths.” 

According to those one-cell-brain-shared-among-themselves politicians, prayers, apparently, are the best protection against bullets from the semi-automatic AR-15 and their magazines of +40 ammo of 39mm. It’s also, incidentally, the rifle endorsed by the NRA as “America’s rifle”. NRA too will send their prayers, if you lose a child or a loved one to one of their fave rifles (that also happens to be the fave rifle of shooters).

No overexposure to violence and no access to guns equals less harm by arms. QED.

No (or less than 2) school shootings in Europe countries in the past 30 years. USA gun homicide rate is 25 times higher than other high-income countries.

Why? because 1stly, no easy access to firearms, and 2ndly, a lesser proportion of movies featuring arms are distributed in theatres, 3rdly, no right to kill, (according to a marvelous – but obsolete in some areas- document, yet in need of an update, clearly).

So. Every parent now asks themselves, WHEN will the next shooting happen (fatalism), when they should be worried IF a shooting MIGHT happen (frightening but rarely occurring possibility).

Big difference.

Let me be clear, no amount of prayers and turning to God (what shitty bigotry is that?) can stop firearms from being fired at innocent kids.

And it should be, of course, that no one fears going to school or in any public place… but I live in America, and I have kids, so I don’t have this luxury of peace of mind.

Just as a matter of irony, the NRA is holding its annual conference this weekend here in Houston, with tcruz and illiterate orange 45 in attendance, as if nothing has happened. Musicians supposed to sing this weekend have canceled their gig. It took this one more shooting for them to cancel, they were ok with all the previous ones, apparently…

If prayers are needed, it is for those criminals to be tried and jailed or see the light eventually and advocate against arms in households.

(according to http://www.massshootingtracker.site, there’s been 4635 mass shootings since 1/1/2013).

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Spell – out playing basketball

09 Sunday Jan 2022

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Even the most beloved activity cannot compete with that tempting social media thing…. and thus it’s tumbling down the rabbit hole….

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Spell – Morning routine

08 Saturday Jan 2022

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A new installment on my series about smartphone addiction, Spell.

This one shows how increasingly addictive new tech and apps shape new behavioral reflexes…

Spell – morning routine copyright Floreva Vitel

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Think, think, Thinktober

22 Thursday Oct 2020

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Well, this year feels like a century already, and October is not even over yet!

Speaking of October, I stepped out of my cloud of sorrow (personal tragic events I may post about later) and semi-oblivion (I wish I could drown the former into the latter) to stumble upon that drawing-with-ink-in-October controversy which grappled and still divides the art drawing community. My questions were : “Why?” ” What is it about?” and “Does it matter?”

Not sure if we can answer that, but we can think about it. Ah. Thinktober.

I did some research and here are my thoughts. Maybe the 2 first questions cannot be answered but it definitely does matter.

Disclaimer : 1) it’s a longer post than the previous ones, and 2) as the name In*tober is not allowed to be used any longer, as per its founder’s (J*keParker) new rules set last December, I’ll go by *drawingchallengename*, or *challengename* which I might register too at some point, after all).

Because, hold on to your hats, there IS a two-fold controversy and I can see why, as many of us creators do too.

Ink challenge in October was created in 2009 by J*keParker, a Disn*y employee, to improve and practice (his) ink drawing an skills throughout the 10th month of the year, following a prompt a day, during 31 days. Smashing idea. Others joined in and quickly it became a creative meeting for thousands of artists around the globe, and some were popular artists with amazing skills already and great talent, who had not waited this challenge to amass considerable visibility, followership, products based on their craft and solid success. What followed for this concept was a decade of amazing growth based on a good-natured spirit and attitude. So what went wrong?

First part of the controversy : Trademarking the name after 10 years of piloting the October ink challenge ship and calling in lawyers as echo chambers to forbid artist to use logo and name. So the *challengename* is no longer an inocuous hashtag or title one can freely affix onto their art piece before sharing it with the world/community of artists. Thus restricting the use of said name and depriving creators of the visibility and notoriety both induced and expanded through their very contribution to this particular Autumn art challenge since 2009. For many, it felt like that one person most of us has had a bad experience with : someone you worked with or helped out, a boss, a colleague, a former friend, that steals your work or robs you of the reward for your efforts, belittles your contribution, forgets to put your name on that article you wrote, forgets to acknowledge that negotiation you eased and won, eclipses that crucial help and encouragement you provided, deliberatley omits to praise and recognize the part you played, or attributes your work to someone else if not him/herself, all in order to shine brighter in the light of the ensuing success… It felt like a betrayal and a backstabbing, and as such, it is as despicable as it is immoral. I suppose it certainly felt so for many artists of the *namechallenge* community. (I for my part have no exact idea about how to feel about it.)

As his name grew overtime in notoriety, turning him into a very successful entrepreneur, the founder has had the priviledge of reaping the benefits of his *challengename*, which are plentiful : his paying online courses about drawing and inking, a massive followership on SocMed and on his Youtube Channel, books, standard and exclusive (as in *challengename+year* special editions) art supply boxes, collaborations and teamups with affiliates and, last but not least, his own illustrated books, prints, comics, stickers, original art and patreon memberships, available on his website shop. He is not a struggling artist.

This online creative get-together has brought him fame and $$$, and it’s a good thing. Participating in the challenge was a fun way as well as an incredible opportunity for artists of all walks of life and style to commune while create amazing art around 31 prompts. It was suposed to be (as per the founder’s own words on his Instagram account in 2018, reposted on a DevianArt chat) “…a month long celebration of drawing, creativity, and self-improvement.”

This ink challenge would not have gained such popularity, let alone the massive participation across the globe and the feverish anticipation, if no one had boarded the *challengename* ship and posted and reposted their creations around the prompts on their platforms, encouraged in so doing by the founder. Mind you, *challengename* has also its own official Social Media accounts. It’s an entity on its own. This spread of joy was like a self-fulfilling prophecy, as the participants’ pieces of art were the very fuel that helped the lil’monster grow, expand, attract more participants (and later on, sponsorships and monetary collaborations enjoyed by its founder only) and everybody was happy. It was also the opportunity to connect with fellow artists, to marvel at their skills and imagination and to encourage beginners who were bold enough to enter the arena. (I myself was very happy -and exhausted upon completion)- to participate in 2018. It was fun, it was a way to stick to a plan efficiently, as well as a fab way to meet and marvel at other artists’ work and creativity while getting better at it and at inking.) So this challenge was a good & generous deed, looked favourably upon by the art deities such as Athena, Polymnia and Apollo.

Or so it seemed.

Until the ugly face of greediness crawled -a little less surreptitiously than the -legit, surely- desire for the founder to transform the challenge into a cashmachine that we saw creeping in over the years- into the picture in Dec 2019, when the new legal frame was set for the *challengename*, namely the use of the logo and name, going even as far as closing down artists accounts that were still using the *challengename*, as first title for their art pieces. We’re talking stunning art pieces here, created during or for said challenge, which the founder had gladly shared his enthutiasm for before 2020 and for which supportive community he should still be grateful. We all can understand that he is the father of this baby and want to keep teh rights to his intellectual property, no one contests that. It’s just the way he did the trademarking and the way he castigated potential abuses and suddenly censored practices and usage of the *challengename* before any harm was done. (He could have TM it right in 2009). THAT, rightfully perhaps, was seen and felt as unfair and a bit low.

The second thing the founder stated along with those legal guidelines is the now frowned upon use of digital tablets. Whereas in the past, the founder has expressed his almost neutral point of view on using the digital pad for the 2020 edition, he has now dismissed digital drawing as not embodying the spirit of the challenge. (Founder on his SocMEd, 2018 : “Initially, the challenge of In*tober was focused on traditional inking. Although learning how to ink digitally is a skill separate from traditional inking it is no less valid. If you want to improve your digital inking skills then doing In*tober digitally is a great way to challenge yourself.”) It is also quite hyocritical of him, seeing that in 2017 he teamed up with Autodesk to release a set of digital brushes. But suddenly, digital art is of less value, or unworthy of *challengename* or so he let us arrive to this conclusion in a fashion that is less than honorable, but quite mean.

Now, for the 2020 edition, it was this name-calling and finger-pointing at artists that understandably divided the art community as early as this summer, when his laywers began to ban (sue?) and prevent artists from making sales with their art, or even compiling their drawings as their *challengename + years* creations in order to have a copy for amateurs to buy, or even creating collections of their art. This can deprive them from a source of income most artists can not afford to lose.

During the last decade, with a growing community being so thrilled to participate and share the great spirit of drawing as well as for the name of the challenge itself, the founder has benefited largely from the enthusiam of the art community, be them digital or traditional artists. He and his now trademarked challenge have gained tremendous visibility from the free advertising and marketing campaign brought to him by of a very encouraging community and a hashtag used as nearly as 19 million times so far.

“OINKtober”TM – F.VITEL copyright 2020

The founder (which by then was famous for this baby) had by that time secured (and let’s be clear, there is nothing wrong with that, lucky him) :

# collaborations with pen and paper/sketchbook manufacturers (some sketchbooks deemed “revolutionnary” no less) with the big logo stamped on them (as well as on the boxes)

# prestigious sponsorships and visibility , for instance, the gigantic platform DevianArt has been hosting *challengename* awards (but cancelled it for this year).

# pricey (not my words, but other artists’ reviewing the box) monthly or yearly *challengename* boxes, with supplies such as a *challengename* sticker and sketchbook, paper and pens for $90 or more…

Good for him. But he did not build that community alone.

Second part of the conroversy:

The founder has secured a book deal regarding the *challengename* and how to do it “all year long”. He was bound to release in Spetember a “guide” or a book of advice on how to become a better ink artists. This outcome is fine. Good. Excellent. Something all artist can dream of and cause for celebration. Except if allegations of plagiarism are raised. Plagiarism is not cool.

And sadly for the entire art and ink artists community, this is something that artist Aphonso Dunn alledged in a video released on his YT channel Aug 26 2020. It has tarnished a little more the already stained name of the *challengename* founder. Other artists have since then compared the books (frame by frame, taken from JakeParker’s own vid of flipping his proof copy and Alphonso Dunn’s book, which took 3 years to complete) on their YT channels aaaaaaannnnd there are some unsettling similarities between the already published book by Mr Dunn and the founder’s upcoming book. I was curious, and to be exact, for what I saw on those vids, there are too many similarities for it to be just coincidences. So much so that the book release, based on those allegetions of plagiarism, was put on hold by the publisher. But I leave that part (plagiarism case or not) to the experts. The founder of this challenge has probably not adequately adressed the legitimate objections raised against his latest decisions but he certainly responded in a very insensitive way. It is understandable that he wanted to remind artists of the rules, yet the vast+ majority of artists followed them already and created real masterpieces, there was no reason for this unfair move.

As for the digital art being suddenly demonized by J*keParker and his manner of gatekeeping it, I can’t shake the feeling that it screams “I feel threatened, I am insecure” (and maybe a little jealous, perhaps) so he refreshes the artits’ minds about who the boss is. Maybe this primal reaction had not even reached his consciousness to be rationalized and dealt with in a better way in a proper time.

Nonetheless, and notwithstanding the amazing concept this challenge has been, the apparently contemptuous attitude of JP and the use of legal actions towards some artists within the community who literally made the brand the incredible powerhouse and success Mr J*keParker came to enjoy (and monetize) is bordering on unforgivable.

So, as much as I like a good challenge, I have already completed this one in 2018, so I know I can and could do it if I wanted to. And frankly, this whole mess is something very sad, which only once again illustrates only too accurately how big bucks in the equation corrupts everything. It’s also a textbook of how greed and a complex of superiority coupled with a despicable sense of entitlement can tear a community apart and eviscerate the very notion of respect for others or for their work, and their legitimate right to monetize their talent.

As for me, if I draw, it’s for myself or this project I’v ebeen working on, with my own ideas on my own terms.

So long, F.

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Tintin and the Blue Mask

01 Monday Jun 2020

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My take on a classic French comic cover, Tintin and the Blue Lotus.

I tweaked it a bit, I made a new version of it.

Tintin and the Blue Mask, a modern fairtytale, created in China with the help of Covid-1.

I’m sure you’ll appreciate the semi-dark humour of it.

Tintin et le Masque Bleu. copyright Florence Vitel 2020

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Spell – again

31 Tuesday Mar 2020

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    Florence Vitel March 2020 – SPELL (3rd)

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    Confined and writing

    18 Wednesday Mar 2020

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    climate change, dystopian, pulmonary infection, renegades, submarine, writing

    Hi Friends

    So, a friend stated yesterday that this crisis should inspire me for a novel, I answered that I had already begun a novel revolving around it and a group of people confined in a sub, for a NaNoWriMo challenge. I wrote about half of that novel during the month of October 2016…

    The title is “Deep waters”.

    And coming to think about it, it’s quite weird that the very subject is about a group of renegades of all nationalities and walks of life (doctors, geophysicist, scientist, nuke researcher, biologists, pshychotherapist, artists, outcast…), confined in a clandestine submarine, escaping the mercenaries set to kill them and eradicate them paid by repressive authorities of their governments and countries, with as backdrop the collapses of democraties and politic systems known until then (it it set in 2056), massive destruction of the ecosystems, huge climate changes, and spreading of deadly infections, notably pulmonaries, and with a growing advocacy for “neutrality” in gender identification, and reorganization of countries and geo-political aeras of influence, constraint and “retraining” of minorities in camps…

    Due to all the reasearch I had to do, it went on very slowly. (I had to understand thoroughly ocean acidification and how a nuke sub works, among other things.) I have had barely time to continue since the end of 2018, but those past days, I have felt like I have to finish it now. Several friends and familiy members have already read the first draft as early as Nov 2016.So, for those interested, I’ll set up a link with a password on my blog for you to read it, if you like.

    Comment, DM me, and let’s make this a collaborrative work >> your interest in it fueling my creative tank to finish it rapidly.

    Let’s see whre this leads us. Thanks for your time.

    Stay safe at home..

    (Pls find a screenshot of my editing history of Deep Waters, as in my Drive.)

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    Coronavirus and Florence Nightingale

    10 Tuesday Mar 2020

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    This needs no comment, I guess, as basic common sense should prevail all the time in all circumstances…

    Alas, being so rare now, common sense could qualify as a SuperPower…

    Florence Nightingale copyright Florence Valerie Vitel March 2020

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    Coronavirus and Mona Lisa

    06 Friday Mar 2020

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    Is is time to panic yet? Miss Mona Lisa took her precautions…

    Covid 19 and Mona Lisa – copyright Florence Valerie Vitel 2020

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    Spell (bis)

    29 Saturday Feb 2020

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    Spell. Copyright F.Vitel 2020

    Following a very interesting discussion a few days earlier with a bookshop manager, I got the idea to draw another SPELL, because the wide spreading smartphone/socialmedia/electronic device/apps addiction seems now impossible to thwart, and it affects everyone.

    Just go into a coffeeshop, and look at the customers. Too few are not glued onto their little screen.

    What happened to good old-fashionned dreamy gazes, impromptu conversations, advices on which beverage to choose, and fortuitous smiles, and nodding, and cheering when we stumble upon a friend or an acquaintance? What happened to those micro-connections, when our eyes meet a stranger’s or a friend’s eyes?

    What happened to those tiny glimpses of soul sharing?

    Eyes riveted onto those screens that dag us into a world of synthetised emotions, and pseudo connections, we lose what what once a joy and a reason to rejoice : the ability to communicate in a friendly way.

    Glued onto those screens, we do not see the person in front of us in the line steping into a dance move briefly as their favorite music plays, or seeing their amazing hair, or fashion style, we become oblivious of all the wonders that surround us…

    So, let’s hope there will be more of those who switch off their device, who do not answer their phone as soon as it rings, when they are chatting with somebody, or admiring art in a gallery or a museum.

    I often get scolded because I do not answer my phone right away when it rings. Mind you, I prefer to control my phone rather than they other way round.

    Time to launch a new movement : I’m smarter than my smartphone, so I keep it under control.

    What do you think?

    Have a good day fellow bloggers, oddjobbers, readers and friends,

    Floreva

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    Computerman

    09 Sunday Feb 2020

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    That’s a very old drawing! McIntosh computers were all the rage, before Apple blossomed onto its virtual ashes ( well, sort of, Jobs was fired from his own company and … you know the rest)

    Nowadays, I could have drawn a phoneperson with a cellphone grafted onto their hand, as it is becoming a 21th centurty plague, because we are becoming so addicted, some of us are unable to switch this device off, when with other humans/dining/showering, or visiting a museum, or do anything, basically….

    Well, actually I did a similar drawing of a girl under the spell of her cellphone, for Inktober 2018… check it out!

    Tech is out to get us, folks! Keep drawing and writing prose or poetry!

    So long, Floreva

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    To the top and back

    28 Tuesday Jan 2020

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    This drawing is both a reflection and an achievement. By the time I finished it, I realised the face of the climber looks like my younger (and beloved) father’s. But that’s another story.

    Climbing to the top of the mountain, figuratively speaking or not, physically climbing to the summit, our personal pyramid of goals or simply the objective to become the best person we know we can be, all this can be synthesize in the picture of a mountaineer, contemplating his feat, sitting atop of the peak he’s just ascended.

    George Mallory once compared climbing to being an art, thus in his statement linking the climber to being an artist. In his writings about climbing, it describes it as a symphony. Surely, in his days of discoveries and challenges, with gear retrospectively dubbed as “inadequate” by modern mountaineers ( a statement which I am not sure to  agreeing with), climbing “unconquered” mountains set in unchartered territories  was a much more dangerous adventure than it is now

    Now, who said mountains have to be conquered?

    They were there before us and will be long after we’re gone. It’s just another belliquose term to describe a feat of courage, effort, motivation and pushing one’s limits. And it does not reflect properly the tremendous journey it can be. The very word implies a warlike confrontation of some sort, with a winner and a loser, or someone asserting their power over something.

    Mountains are not conquered.

    But we are,  by the intoxicating adrenaline rush, the empowerment of achieving an arduous task, the supreme boost of esteem attached to victory over difficuty and over ourselves. Afterwards comes the joy of being rewarded by an impressive view and a deep sense of completion.

    On the other hand, fear can be conquered ; shyness, jealousy, envy, greediness, suffering have to be conquered too. Because those emotions or feelings never vanish entirely, do they? They lurk in a dark corner of the soul, muzzled for a time, feeding on one’s insecurities. We can conquer them, and yet have to remain watchful of their taking over our heart and sensibility. It’s a never ending task.

    So, let’s just climb mountains, and conquer our fragile selves.

    Alpiniste FV

    Sommet 1963- copyright Florence Vitel 2017

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    Democritic Elections

    25 Saturday Jan 2020

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    Really rigged democratic elections or really democritic vote? Same difference in the results sometimes : the people’s voice is not always heard or taken into account.

    What do you think?

    (Indian Black Ink and watercolours, from the early 2000’s. It seems that the wheel turns, yet nothing really changes *sigh*)

    Disclaimer : this is just a drawing.

    Voting day FV

    Elections démocritiques. copyright Florence Vitel

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