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.
Tall Paul Brown, a neighbor, and his homemade tall bike. If an artist can't make
his own work, he shouldn't make it. All else is not art but propaganda.
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 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.
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
Bulwinkle's Paw Prints
New Work/ 2011
Recent Small Sculpture
Burning Down the House
Sexy Seventies Postcards
The Coffee Shop Screens
The Steel Nursery
New Postcards (2009)
Classic Bulwinkle Postcards
The Rootabaga Shadow Puppets
Children's Subway Tiles in Boston
A walk around the garden in August
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.