Sunday, September 21, 2014

Artist statement Mark Phenicie

Art is like a small window allowing us to see what’s happening in the mind of its creator. Like the earth and its entire splendor from the rainbows and waterfalls to the natural sights of life and sounds of our planet.  I can't help but think that outer space has even more to offer in travel and adventure which makes you want to meet the artist of it all.




I too am an artist; but for me I've lived and observed a colorful life time of events which looking back on it was like the beginning of a vintage movie from the fifties with an industrial neighborhood setting full of factories that daily plumed billows of toxic smoke and asbestos out of tall brick smokestacks which made people sick. As kids we really never thought about it because that was our way of life and we did not know any better. We lived on Swan Street between the Wabash River and the Wabash railroads which crossed over the Erie railroad. I guess to some it was a community of self induced poverty which was culture of bad decisions, lack of formal education and the attraction to the instant gratifications of life which resulted in poverty.


On Friday afternoon when the whistle blew men would leave the factories and run to the various bars on Market Street, cash their paychecks and would stagger home intoxicated and penniless, their family members many times greeted them as they sat in the car passed out with the engine running with screaming at two or three in the morning which woke up the neighborhood that screamed back at them to shut up!  New Year’s & Fourth of July was no exception to the drama. Neighbors took out their guns… screamed “Happy new years” and blasted the skies and we could hear the fallout bounce off our little tin roof house as we lay in our beds.


The contrast was that my Dad was also a factory worker and took his pay check seriously; He tucked it in his black round top lunch pail with the thermos that my Mom had daily prepared for him and brought it home and they carefully took their earned monies and slowly rose out of poverty. Both of my parents were honorable, hard working, creative and innovative. My Father was also a pastor in a small church and as a family we always went to every Sunday morning and night and Wednesday nights. He also worked as a barn painter and took me with him to help hold the ladder while he scraped the loose paint 20-40 feet up the air lend against the barns. In the process I was many times showered with lead base paint below while I keep the hogs away from knocking over his ladder in the barn yard. It was a time to be alone and think. We knew nothing of the dangers of lead paint. As kids we all had household chores assigned to us such as clean the house, weed the garden mow the yard with a manual push mower and burn the trash in the burn barrel. I had paper route at age ten where I learned too much too fast.


 Then on my 18th birthday things changed, I walked to the court house and found the Marine Corps recruiter, signed the papers which launched me “to the other side of the tracks”. I wanted to travel and the adventure to which I immediately went into a world of unheard of cultures and languages which included North Africa, south East Asia and Australia.  Initially I went as a gullible naive kid who soon became a Sergeant, a machine gunner, and an Embassy guard. The Vietnam experience was especially enlightening to me as to what the good, the bad, and the ugly really looked like and it put an end to my childhood innocent eyes.


My life’s experiences have had a direct impact on the way I think. I realize that everywhere I've been and everything I’ve been exposed to was an influence to shape me into who I am and how I think.  No matter where I traveled, I was attracted to art forms in wood, pottery, fabrics, and music of various cultures. When I returned home I noticed that America who had access to the most sophisticated tools in the world could only turn out what I referred to the 1970’s “Sears $49.95 junk” and if you had $49.95 you could have the same shag carpet and TV just like your neighbor had, whereas in impoverished countries I saw that they were turning out inexpensive detailed masterpieces with handmade crude tools. This observation inspired me to design and build my own Furniture and carvings as well as delving into the world of welding, which resulted in creating metal sculptures. Specifically Spaceships made with repurposed and found objects.


 In my travels  I would see artifacts or art objects that really caught my eye. I’d figure a way to buy them and shipped them to my parents, so that someday when I returned to my home I would be able to enjoy and share the stories of those things that others created for the rest of my life.


I know that my Art reflects an outward expression of my imaginative mind.  My creations whether in wood or metal became an ongoing motivating factor to continue to create and engineer new designs. Generally speaking, I think up my creations as I go, and what I came up with in the end was a reward to me! Yes I swam in the dirty Wabash river, rode the rails and fed peanut butter sandwiches to the hobo’s that slept at Laurie park when I was a young kid and now as an adult I stay up past midnight and get up before the crack of dawn and I say when I complete a project, “there It is, I'm finished”.



 

Monday, September 1, 2014

"The Moulin Rouge Cinema Cat"

My Cat Yetti is a good ole cat that I specifically told my wife that we did not need another cat in our home. We had been through this before with allergies, litter boxes, shedding and getting loose in the neighborhood, cats crawling up under our wheel well of our SUV and riding ten miles or so away  without us knowing it was under the vehicle ..........we were not a cat family...so i thought. So on this day my wife agreed and instead she brought home a cute little kitten (not a cat) to which i was challenged as to what i thought was best for our family needs. As time went on we all developed a love for our cat so i decided to build a special Moulin  Rouge Cat House for Yetti. Complete with a revolving pillow platform on top and real antique ivory steps from an antique piano.Poor Yetti, the premiere cat of all times. 


  

Monday, March 31, 2014

“The Reaper”



                           

When the earthlings landed the Kludonites were quickly alerted of our arrival and immediately fought against us in a surprise ambush and captured many of our crew and staff. What we did not realize was that when the earthlings landed on planet Kludon for the first time all of the foliage had been electronically connected, therefore making it impossible to go undetected.  The Kludonites were therefore use to this routine from other aliens that tried to land before and were prepared for such an invasion.




 Now that our forces were being held against their will in the underground, our recorders and implanted body sensors connected with their location and it was quickly decided to blow up the surface of Kludon with force to gain access to our people in the underworld and to bring them home alive. 


As an aggressive measure to survive the mission of the Ship “Reaper” was made to mow down the foliage and destroy anything that was in its path. Unfortunate Kludonites that were captured in the process were rounded up and secured in the holding cage above until negotiations and conditions were safe to release them.

Monday, July 22, 2013

Deep Space Oil Extractor

Deep Space Oil Extractor,
This is the land rover known to the fleet as the oil extractor which has landed on the Planet Kludon and has the unfortunate job of drilling for natural resources on this planet of aggressive giant  size beings that have declared War on the earthlings.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

I lost my little prized Turtle





Several years ago my son  came home from a trip to southern Indiana. He handed me a box and said to me, “Dad, I brought you a gift that I thought you would like”!  Sure enough inside was the cutest little yellow and brown box turtle trying to figure away to get out of its cardboard captivity.

Turtles have always fascinated me as far back as I can remember as they drag themselves around in their little homes where ever they go, never letting anyone in. Whenever they feel danger they withdrawal and go into their shell for protection.

Over the years I fed and admired my little prized turtle as I would let it loose in the back yard, or in the house and I even took it to work with me as I watch it explore the world around it. I protected that little turtle because I cared about it; it was a special gift to me from my son  that touched my heart. I feed it, held it, showed it to others and yet I knew that someday I would need to let it go. I always resisted releasing it because I was afraid that a wild animal would kill it, or a car would run over it. On occasion friends would even give me suggestions on when and where to release it so that it could go back to its natural habitat and perhaps find a mate and continue making more little turtles for  Gods world to admire.

Last summer I decided to build a small fenced in an area in my back yard where I have a black plastic molded pond which I thought would be a neat area for my newly acquired Asian walker ducks!  I checked the fence top to bottom for holes so nothing could get out including my little turtle. As I released him I watched him go into the world around him. He seemed so content as he found an area where he could soak up the sun as it beamed down on his back.  Every morning and night I would go out and look for him as he would be in different areas walking around, seemingly happy, checking everything in its path.

 Then one day, about a week later as I checked on him and I realized that he was gone!  I looked everywhere in the yard, in the pond, under rocks and I told everyone what had happened. I felt a lump in my throat, I had lost my turtle, my little friend who I admired and loved to show to others. Then I saw an area where he decided to on his own to dig his way out under the fence that was actually meant to protect him. Gone Forever!!!

Children likewise are a gift from God much like the gift of the little turtle. God knows what brightens our lives and allows us these moments of joy, only to realize that someday we as parents must let go of our kids to go onto their own desires.

Then one day, our kids find a way to move on to explore the world around them and yet keeping  in touch with us and  hopefully holding firm to the standards that we have taught them from little up. I don’t really need to know for sure all the details of what happened to my little turtle as to which direction it went or if it had a hard life surviving, but I do know that I just wanted to be in its life and to see it grow. Whenever I feed the ducks I look for my turtle hoping that some day he will come home. I know that even though it was a brief joy in my life to admire, I still have a soft spot for those memories.  Do I want another Turtle?  No, not really, but I do have fond memories of the one I had and If it ever came home I would hold it once again close to my chest even though it would try to hide.



Sunday, July 29, 2012

Deep Space oil Recovery Helicopter and the Mono Pod Oil Rig Platform

When the Earthlings boarded their space ships in the confusion of a nuclear war they left everything behind only to be launched onto a treacherous journey to look for new life forms in outer space. First it was the powerful blast from the nuclear war which caused high levels of radiation to plume into the atmosphere then a firestorm instantly ravished the entire surface of the globe killing the masses from coast to coast causing a worldwide destructive tsunami and ultimately knocked the earth off of its axes. The sun blackened and shrunk in size and the moon was no longer visible. Then without missing a beat, a nuclear freeze occurred on the entire surface of the earth and into its deep oceans as life on Earth suddenly came to a halt!
Meanwhile, several years have passed and the winter storms have subsided on the planet Kludon which is seen from outer space as a gigantic ball of ice and yet it is now known for its vast wealth of rich crude oil which is being used to power the space ships.
When oil was initially discovered and extracted from the subsurface of Kludon, it was discovered that the crude contained unusual high levels of gold particles which are used by the earthlings.
The initial encounter with the inhabitants of this far away planet resulted in a violent confrontation that erupted into an all out war that to this day shows no signs of stopping. In the heat of the battle several Kludomites were killed and the wounded were apprehended by the earthlings only to realize that they possessed unusually high voltage currents (somewhat like electric eels) that shocked the earthlings.
The security technicians were able to harness this unusual source of power and the captured aliens are now an energy commodity and the source of electrical power for the various mono pod oil refineries on this planet.
The Kludomite population continues to show aggression and in response they are held off with tranquilizers by the earthlings and are placed in the exterior cages of the helicopters and flown directly to the Mono pod oil rig platforms where awaiting security forces board the massive deep space helicopter to remove the Kludomites with insulated gear to prevent electrocution.
Each prisoner is quickly moved to the lower level of the rig where they are photographed, counted, evaluated, and ultimately placed in the “Max power chamber” where they become the source of energy to keep the engine rooms running.
The electrical current of these strange looking creatures is so powerful that they react violently with the negative charge of the steel structure of the Mono Pod Oil rig, which causes sparks to fly as they are dragged across the flight deck to the lower levels with neck restraining collars attached to long fiberglass insulated poles. Life expectancy for the average Kludomite is six months or less even within their own harsh environment.
As they terminate through natural causes they turn into an orange powdery substance and are disposed of through the funnel chamber where they are ground up into a “fine grind” substance and disposed of through the south gate disposal slide.

Monday, September 19, 2011

To the new world




As you may have learned...It was the end of the free world as we knew it here in America. Within one year all oil wells had been officially capped, blown up(such as the BP oil well off the shores of Louisiana) and officially shut down by a single mandate of our newly elected socialistic Government under the umbrella of "Change","Hope" and spreading the wealth.

These new government policies left us as a nation without fossil fuel to heat our homes and to run our factories and fuel our transportation systems.

As in the past the U.N. was accusing the U.S.A of using up foreign oil deposits as a matter of "homeland security" so we could protect our oil supplies and survive longer if there became a new ice age.

Therefore in the last United Nations world consul they have decided and voted on a "Ten Year moratorium" that we can no longer operate as a free society and must take a back seat while communist third world governments such as Cuba, Venezuela, All South American Nations and South east Asian countries such as Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia,Burma, all African nations, all middle east countries etc. be given an equal opportunity to come up to an equal economic level as we have always enjoyed in our free society which we worked for.

Our commander and chief and the newly elected supreme court judge allows for a new agreed upon plan to change our constitution, "designed not to conflict with the humans rights policies of the U.N. also, a worldwide apology has been given and a strict compliance policy initiated while the U.N. and our Secretary of State has agreed to strip us of our individual gun rights, space age technology, medical achievements and capabilities.

By being politically correct under the guidelines of the U.N. we have lost our voice in the free press. Prisoners captured during the war on terror have been released to return to their parents home of origin because of a misunderstanding and human rights violations which states that: "All humans have a right to freely exists which also extends to Animals rights and all prisoners of our prior judicial system".



As suspected the highly publicized "Global Warming" scare, turned out to be a short lived scare tactic induced "money makers dream" that made billions of dollars to line the pockets of the attorneys, Washington elite class, Hollywood and the NEA. In the end it turned out to be a well oiled scam and hoax as the originators and green peace fans faded quietly into the background and the liberal news media were once again paid off under the table and once again protected the "Nobel peace prize winning recipient & thief by saying nothing.

Now that the winter season is rapidly setting in and the worlds masses are looking for "HOPE" and leadership in the White House, we have been given a temporary reprieve and authorization from Mother Congress and the U.N. under the direction of the Secretary of State, to probe deep into outer space for possible suspected oil deposits even though we are(as a known fact) sitting on billions of gallons of oil in our own reserves.


Former oil field workers have lost skills and interest in the trade. They have died or moved on to other promising career paths. The wells are overgrown, the rigs are rusted and broken down and loose parts pilfered and scrapped for a quick buck by opportunist from Mexico who are just trying to survive as they pass into the unbearable desert heat and exposure in the desert all along the unprotected southern boarders. Replacement parts for the rigs are not readily available and the technology is worthless because we've farmed out our engineering and manufacturing jobs to third world countries. Basically we have no one who understands our deli-ma as the masses stand in line for food stamps as they look for some change in their empty pockets.




In response, I have created a five foot Steam-Punk Oil Refinery Chandelier for my office as a model and symbol of private enterprise, ingenuity, creativity and art form(loud applause!!!, more APPLAUSE!!! People now standing with hands waving !!!).


This nuclear powered zeppelin style, "Deep Space oil Recovery & Refinery Airship probe chandelier" is fully equipped with a mammoth recovery storage tank which leaves the earth empty and returns full on round trip voyage.

As a matter of security it has a triple barrel chain fed 50 caliber machine gun, a cannon, two side bombs and a crane to load supplies. Several radars to detect unwanted aggression from alleged Aliens of the outer worlds perhaps like those in captivity at area 51.

The landing gear features two spring loaded skids equipped with Automatic drills that activate on impact to quickly tap into and extract rich oil deposits for the masses back home. The ornate laser guided nose cone shoots endless rays into the mountain sides to loosen up the hardened meteorite hard rock, typical of potential sites in the Arabian oil fields back home. In the back of this elaborate ship are four hooks to gently persuade additional items back to earth or to give tow to a flat tire on a UFO's that could be broken down along the celestial paths in outer space. The next few pictures are closeups of my work in progress in the lab which exposes the five prong jet propulsion system which holds my flame lights bulbs.


Applause!!!, Applause!!!












This is the 300 billion dollar, 2012 space "Colony" for the deep space oil recovery crew. It is the Noah's ark of the 21st century. The "Colony" is a sophisticated Top Secret Space Station that is equipped with five floors of computerized oil technology and information available at the finger tips of mechanical engineers, programers, data annalist and has a wide range of support groups and their families. These members are cross trained in military tactics, self defense, medical and Dental skills, food preparation and preservation. The individuals who have been carefully selected will board the Colony with their families just months before the much anticipated dooms day begins. Those who will board the Colony have been identified as the most physically fit, healthy, talented and creative individuals who have expressed a real heart felt passion for survival. The construction of this colony is a result of individuals such as you and I who have a passion for the survival of mankind and freedom in-spite of this much anticipated dooms day historical event. The project began when It was learned from inside traders that the BP oil well was deliberately blown up under the direction of the President and the trilateral commission; who later vehemently denied such activity as, "another skeptical nonsensical doomsday knee jerk reaction to the unknown demands of survival rhetoric, that financial opportunist are promoting in the media." As the Captain of this Space Station (The Colony)and the brainchild of the Deep space oil recovery Vehicle I have the responsibility of making sure that those who are on board are safe and secure on this open ended space probe which could result in a total disaster or the success story of the 21 Century.

My Face cannot be exposed for security reasons which if I were found out it could lead to someone trying to interrupt this delicate mission by an assassination attempt. As the world implodes on itself one can observe and evaluate the total unrest in the middle east where Muslim citizens are banding together to over throw their Governments , wars are being fought over the ownership of the oil fields. Russian influence is seen intervening with Turkey and Iran as they establish new alliances against Israel. America is split over it's own sovereignty as we look for ways to reword the U.S. constitution and bill of Rights with the objective of outlawing personal ownership of weapons or to take away the rights of parents as the NEA has successfully stolen our children's time and minds, or to hand over our military to the control to the NATO commands under the direction of the United nations as we invade countries such a as Libya.

We refuse to drill for oil on our own land to comply with the wishes of the Green peace communist and socialist moments and environmentalist such as Al Gore who have successfully peddle global warming rhetoric in our media and public schools to reap huge personal financial gains to line their pockets. As Japan is currently(04/12/2011)experiencing
multiple earth quakes it has been documented that it is the result of Scalar Electromagnetic bombardments from the Russians, and Chinese with a goal to swallow up the island and to disrupt the world free marketed economy. Other symptoms of the Scalar aggression are the thousand of the black birds that all died in flight on the same day in the south and the fish that died from being electron fried as they swam. see
http://io9.com/#!5725175/why-are-thousands-of-dead-birds-suddenly-falling-from-the-sky See also http://www.prahlad.org/pub/bearden/scalar_wars.htm
As the world we know, implodes on itself, the crew will be notified of the day and hour to arrive with their families to decontaminate and then enter the gates known as the docking station. On each side they will pass by the steel spirals holding up the archway with the letter"H" which is our symbol of Home which will give hope to the future. Even though this symbolic gate has been entered by the construction crews on a daily basis, this final day of boarding will change everything as we know it. The doors will systematically bolt shut and we will ascend into the outer layers of the earth atmosphere into outer space with a mission of bringing back oil or hydrogen gas to the free world when the earth wars subside and the devastation has ceased from the political power struggles and unrest that are generated from greed and evil. Communication is of the utmost importance to those who are left behind on earth in the deep hideaways and fortified survival bunkers so that they as well as the crew can keep abreast of the activities on earth. We have sophisticated fine tuned adjustable microwave antennas with back up power to both solar and nuclear generators to power this space craft for the next 125 years which will basically last longer than any crew member will need to survive. Our Communication networks will communicate daily with fortified underground survival bunkers see http://2012base.com/Survival_Bunkers/Secret_Government_Bunkers/and those who will be equally protected by the Top Secret earth shelters only known to the Colony Space Station Crew. />Propeller power will need to be maintained so that the Colony will be able to make inflight adjustments at the time of landing on the surface of the Earth. The propeller engine will automatically activate as the Colony approaches any given surface at the end of the voyage.




The unknown factors to encounter will be issues such as if there will be survivors on the earth, where will we ultimately land and will we be faced with elements such as tornadoes, torrential rain, sand storms or perhaps dense foliage which could interrupt the normal descending path on to the surface of the earth which in essence could cause a crash landing of the spacecraft and it may do extensive damage to the crew and equipment as well as the payload.

Extractions of space debris, obsolete satellites which can be used for spare parts and valuable energy sources will be used on the colony as needed. Therefore special hooks have been installed for such repairs and rescue and salvage missions. Other space vehicles are currently under construction and will surface prior to the doomsday event as time and security permits.









And so it was in the days of these united States of America, that we were cunningly lured into believing, that over the years of our existence, we had become too powerful and had developed a false sense of self importance that lead to arrogance and an equally false perception of being the "elite" in the world.




We literally existed in this delusional state of security for years while the rest of the world went to bed starving for food and clothing. We were told that we were guilty of "ravishing them" by stealing natural resources and talent from the poor Nations to make ourselves richer and too powerful.


Recognizing that we had failed to be what others wanted us to be, our nation set it's self on a suicide course of self denial and self punishing agendas which was monitored by and encouraged by the United Nations and world liberal propaganda advocates, who were funded by the communist and Socialist parties and various underground radical organizations who were directly linked to the New World Order lead by the Soviet Russian Empire and the Chinese government who were trying to appease the "HATEMONGERS" of the resurrected OTTOMAN EMPIRE of the middle east who ultimately wanted the JEWS destroyed and wiped from the face of the earth.

As we blindly stepped onto this course of self destruction, Our Nation turned it's face away from God our creator therefore embracing evil which resulted a delusional state of chaos which in turn caused our political and economic structure to rapidly collapsed and implode where upon we were quickly taken over by an irreversible evil element of vultures and opportunist that knew how stupid and incompetent we had become.

Only a few of us were able to see the overall picture and realized that we had to go immediately into survival mode to protect ourselves from being slaughtered much like those outcasts of Nazi Germany of WW-2.

Privately we contracted with select former NASA engineers who were laid off from the space program to help us design and construct a way out through the vehicles of the space age technology in order that we might find new areas to escape into outer space and start life over much like Columbus and others who came to America to reestablish freedom.

The Deep space oil recovery vehicles include the:


OIL RECOVERY SPACESHIP ... "THE "PROBE"
(Which extracts oil from other planets and supplies our lunar vehicles with fuel in addition to our solar panels)


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THE "COLONY"
(Which is our home away from home
and the HQ of the deep space oil recovery team)




"SATURN"
THE AIRCRAFT CARRIER for all new arrivals











to congregate and reorient to the various Space Commanders,Policies, rules of engagement in case of alien encounters, boundaries, communication systems,




locations of other space vehicles and to be retrofitted with updated electronic equipment to make them compatible with the existing vehicles in operation and hopefully with others to follow as more tanks become available.