Bulwinkleland,

California, USA

Serving irrational thoughts to the public since 1967

I welcome you to the website of Mark Bulwinkle,

the inventor of rust. Proceed with caution.

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I don't want to be a millionaire. I just want to live like one. - Pablo Picasso

The trouble with you is you want to do whatever you want to do. - Former art dealer

What is an artist? That's some fool with too much time on his hands. - Joseph Stalin

I have always depended on the kindness of strangers. - Blanche DuBois

The rusty old dog himself, Mark Elliott Bulwinkle

Rafflesia pricei, photographed with an i-phone by Richard Ward at the end of July,

2012, not far from Kola Kinabalu, Borneo. Not to copy, not to imitate, but to attempt to

emulate the way of nature is so often the artist's calling. This curious habit in itself

can make one's life, which can sometimes seem so hollow and meaningless, instead

sumptuous and worthwhile. For some of us, that is why we attempt to do art and craft.

Bulwinkleland in Weston, Massachusetts and, below, Oakland, California.

And below, Bulwinkle Plaza, Emeryville, California. Art in a public place. 1993.

Below, some Photos of the Show in Joshua Tree, California, spring 2012

Birds over Birds at Harrison House, spring 2012

 

Music for Birds

Full moon over Joshua Tree, Ca.

 

Mark Bulwinkle and his two assistants, Bouncer and Doo Dah, in 1998

 

 

Centered at Dawn

Centered at dawn in hot water, Barbara Gregory in Shoshone, California

Agua Caliente Woman. It seems important in life to like life,

at least once in a while. There will come plenty of

reasons to despise it.

 

Morning fog with orange cat at Bulwinkleland, 2011(click on The Steel Nursery, below)

 

Early August is sunflower time in California. Too soon the celebration always ends.

Flowerland

The Great California Italian Pizza Plant, 2012

 

Ms Opposum and Ms Doggie dancing in Napa, California in 2013

Only in art will the lion lie down with the lamb, and the rose grow

without thorn. - Martin Amis, from Isaiah 11:6.

Thick Boy moves to the suburbs

Blood Money, an autobiographical poem to a well squandered life, in rust, 1975 - 2005

Late Fall, California Style beautyousness, 2012

 

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Windwinkles at Joshua Tree 2013

New! Tin Can Cut-Outs

An Artist's Statement

A Brief Artist's Autobiography

Bulwinkle Plaza, Emeryville/Oakland, Ca

ornametalironworks.com

Bug Art

Bulwinkle's Paw Prints

New Work/ 2011

New Work/2012

Recent Small Sculpture

Burning Down the House

Sexy Seventies Postcards

People Page

The Coffee Shop Screens

The Steel Nursery

Ceramic Tiles

New Postcards (2009)

Classic Bulwinkle Postcards

Woodblock Prints

The Rootabaga Shadow Puppets

Stoneware Tiles

Children's Subway Tiles in Boston

A walk around the garden in August

Flowerland

Official PayPal Seal

All contents copyright Mark Bulwinkle, first publication, 2009

Click on each picture below and above to see what that picture is thinking!

"Everybody wants to have a goal: I gotta get to that goal, I gotta get to that goal,

I gotta get to that goal. Then you get to that goal, and then you gotta get to

another goal. But in betweeen goals is a thing called life that has to be lived

and enjoyed - and if you don't, you're a fool." - Cid Caesar, 1922-2014

 

Brunhilde Bulwinkle arriving in America

 

Dooh-Dah, best friend and most valued art critic I have ever known.

"No government or corporate sponsored person or committee will ever have any

interest in finding or establishing the truth about anything. They will only ever be

interested in inventing truth. If you want to find out the truth about anything,

you must think your truth up yourself and be satisfied with it. Woooof."

"Oh no, another random thought."

A dishonest bar tender is more useful than an honest doctor any day.

Hearts my garden grows hearts for me.

Bouncer the big boned gal .

Life Against Death in California - for Bill Holst

In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king.

Recent steel screens, 2014

It ain't nothin' if it ain't free. Maybe.