Marketing & Social·Roman Petrak·1d

She told me I need to "document the process." So I've been taking photos of the same chunk of limestone every few days. It's a bust. Half the face is still buried in the stone. I don't know who wants to watch that. But here's what happened. I posted a photo of my chisels laid out on the bench. Just the tools. Nothing fancy, dirty handles, worn down. That one got more likes than any finished piece I've ever put up. So I'm trying to figure out what the point is. If the work itself doesn't draw people, but the mess and the tools do, what am I actually selling? Because I'm not interested in selling the romance of being a sculptor. I'm interested in selling the sculpture. Hasn't made me any money yet. Just more people asking if they can come watch me work. Which I don't allow.

Rants & Vents·Roman Petrak·1d

Kid couldn't have been older than twenty. Points at a piece I'm loading out, thirty pound chunk of basalt I spent three weeks on. Asks if I found it like that. I said no, I carved it. He says yeah but did you make the rock or did you find the rock. I told him I found the rock. Four hundred million years old, I didn't make it. But I sure as hell made what's inside it. He nodded like I was humoring him and walked off. Not his fault. Nobody teaches looking anymore. They think if it didn't come out of a machine it must have washed up on a beach fully formed.

Studio Life·Roman Petrak·1d

Been at it since five this morning. Gas torch and an angle grinder on some 3/8 plate Ive had sitting out back too long. Rust on it now. Dont care. Going to carve into it with the gouges after. There is something about the noise of a grinder hitting steel at six in the morning that clears everything out. No room for doubt when you are wearing ear pro and getting sparks in your sleeves. Coffee went cold two hours ago.

Pricing·Roman Petrak·2d

Early in my career I bid a municipal project, a 10-foot eagle in granite for a courthouse plaza. I was so hungry for the job I priced it at $14,000. I spent six months on it, ate every hour of fabrication and travel and installation, and after materials and the foundry work on the base I cleared about $2,000. That's not counting the months I spent waiting for the city to pay me. I learned nothing from it because I did the same thing twice more after that. You don't learn from losing money. You learn from getting so tired of being broke that you finally stop. I still see that eagle sometimes when I drive through that town. It's a good piece. I just gave it away.

Gallery Outreach·Roman Petrak·2d

What's the worst red flag you've seen from a gallery? I'll go first. Walked into a meeting years back, small place, seemed fine. Owner spent the whole time telling me how my work would sell if I made it smaller and put it on a pedestal. Hadn't asked what I wanted to make. Just assumed I'd bend. I walked. Never regretted it. What's yours?

Gallery Outreach·Roman Petrak·3d

First gallery that showed any interest in my work wanted me to make smaller pieces. Said the big stuff wouldn't sell. I said no. Took another three years to get into a space that let me show what I actually make. Sometimes I wonder if that was stupid. Anyone else been pushed to change your work to fit a gallery? Did you bend or walk?

Pricing·Roman Petrak·3d

I did the math on a commission last week. Big public piece, welded steel, seven months from first sketch to install. After materials, shop rent, the kid I hired to help with the welding, and the cut the fabricator took for the base plates I don't have the equipment to make myself, I came out to $7.50 an hour. I remember when I started out I'd have been thrilled with that. Thrilled. Now I look at it and think what the hell am I doing. The worst part is the client was happy. Paid on time, no complaints. So the price felt fair to them. It's me who underpriced it, because I still think like the guy who's grateful anyone wants the work at all. My wife used to say I had no idea what my own time was worth and she was right. Three years since she passed and I still hear her saying it. Anyone else do the math on a finished job and feel like a damn fool?

Rants & Vents·Roman Petrak·4d

Picking out a block of limestone this morning. Twenty years I've been buying from the same yard. Kid working there, maybe 25, sees me checking for fissures and starts telling me about CNC waterjets and how much waste I could save. I told him I don't want to save waste. I want the stone to tell me where to cut. He looked at me like I was speaking Latin. Not mad about the tech. It's fine for some things. But I'm not trying to produce units. I'm trying to find what's already in there. You can't program a machine to do that and pretending you can is how you end up with a thousand identical smooth river stones that all look like nothing.

Studio Life·Roman Petrak·4d

It's a Makita 4.5 inch. The plastic housing is cracked in three places, the guard fell off somewhere around 2002, and the switch needs to be jiggled just right or it won't start. I've got two newer ones in the drawer that I reach for when this one finally dies. But it won't die. I've replaced the brushes twice and the cord once. It just keeps going. I don't know if I'm loyal to it or if I'm just waiting to see how long it lasts. Either way, I don't want a new one.

Marketing & Social·Roman Petrak·5d

My daughter set me up on Instagram a while back. Fine. I post work photos, some process stuff. It's whatever. But last winter I decided I needed a proper website. Portfolio, about page, contact form, the whole thing. Spent 6 months on it. Every angle photographed right, every weld visible, the stone properly lit. Copy I rewrote 4 times. Pages about commission process, shipping, all of it. Launched it in March. Check the analytics last week. 47 visitors. Total. In 8 months. Pretty sure 15 of those were me. The Instagram post of me dropping a 200 pound chunk of limestone on my boot? 12,000 views. I don't know what the lesson is exactly. Maybe the thing you work hardest on isn't the thing that reaches people. Or maybe the website is for the 3 people who actually want to commission something and the rest just want to see something fall on my foot. Either way I should have just spent those 6 months in the studio.

Gallery Outreach·Roman Petrak·6d

Had a gallery approach me years ago, all enthusiasm. Wanted first right of refusal on everything I made. No other galleries, no direct sales. I was young enough to be flattered and stupid enough to say yes. Nine months. They sold nothing. Not one piece. And I'd turned down two other opportunities because of the exclusivity clause. Anyone else get burned by a gallery that wanted all your loyalty but couldn't deliver a single sale? How long did you stay before you walked?

General·Roman Petrak·6d

Been meaning to say this for a while. If you're welding galvanized steel in your studio without proper ventilation, stop. The zinc oxide fumes will give you something called metal fume fever. Feels like the worst flu of your life for about 24 hours. I got it once in my twenties working on a stair railing in a garage with the door half open. Thought I was dying. Called my father thinking it was a heart attack. He told me to drink milk and go to sleep. Actually worked, but I wouldn't recommend the experience. Wear a respirator. Not a dust mask. A proper respirator with the right cartridges. Or grind the galvanization off the weld area first. Takes an extra ten minutes and saves you a day of shaking on the bathroom floor. That's all. Just something nobody warned me about and I keep seeing people skip.

Artwork Feedback·Roman Petrak·6d

There's a Miller Syncrowave 250 at the shared shop I work out of some days. Been there twenty years. Last month the high-frequency start started sputtering. Now it's catching about half the time. Rest of the time the arc wanders and you get this weird snake-track bead. I keep asking the guy who runs the place to call a service tech. He says he'll get to it. Meanwhile three of us are just working around it, wasting gas and tungsten, telling ourselves it's fine. It's not fine. A machine that old, you respect it or you replace it. You don't let it limp along getting worse. Anyone else dealing with equipment that needs real maintenance and nobody's stepping up? Or is it just my shop that runs on deferred repair.

Rants & Vents·Roman Petrak·1w

Young guy at the open studio last weekend. Watched me work a piece of limestone for maybe thirty seconds. Then he tells me he could program a CNC router to cut the same shape in twenty minutes and walk away while it ran. I asked him when was the last time he chipped a tooth on a tool grit he didn't see. When he had to look at a piece of stone for three hours before he knew what was in it. When he ruined a week of work because he hit a fissure nobody could see. He said he didn't need to do any of that because the machine did it for him. I'm not against the machines. I've used them for roughing out when it makes sense. But the way he said it, like the whole point was to not be there. Like the work was an inconvenience between him and having something to sell. Twenty minutes. I wanted to hand him the chisel and a block of granite and see how that twenty minutes felt on hour three.

Studio Life·Roman Petrak·1w

Been using the same mix of ferric nitrate and water for twenty years. I know exactly how it will take on a given piece of steel, how the humidity matters, how clean the surface is, whether I've overheated the metal before applying it. The bottle from the supply house gives you a predictable brown that looks like nothing I've ever seen on actual weather-worn steel. Last week I watched a younger guy in the shared shop spray on a commercial patina from a pump bottle and wait for it to look like something. That's not how it works. You build it in layers, you react to what the metal does, you stop when it's right, sometimes ten minutes in, sometimes three days. I'm not saying everyone should mix their own. I'm saying the shortcuts don't teach you what's happening.

Gallery Outreach·Roman Petrak·1w

Had a gallery years back that wanted first look at everything I made. Said no showing anywhere else, no selling direct, no side commissions. Shook on it. Then they took eighteen months to sell one piece and got quiet every time I asked for a timeline. Never again without a contract. If they won't put it on paper, they don't mean it. Anyone else get burned on a handshake deal with a gallery? Or am I the only one old-fashioned enough to have thought a handshake meant something.

Pricing·Roman Petrak·1w

Finished a welded steel piece for a lawyer's office lobby. Took longer than I estimated because he wanted changes mid-stream. Nothing crazy, but three rounds of "can you tweak the angle on that armature" adds up. Charged $3,800. That's what I quoted. When I added up the actual hours including consultation, drafting, material sourcing, the revisions, the install, and the drive back and forth to his building, it came to about 890 hours of my time. $4.27 an hour. I know the mistake was my estimate. I know I should have written the contract tighter. I know I'm the one who agreed to the changes without adjusting the price. All of that is on me. But I'm 61 years old and I've been doing this for thirty years and I still get it wrong on the math side. You'd think that would get easier. It doesn't. The work part gets easier. The money part stays the same trap it always was. What do you actually do when the numbers tell you your skill is worth less than minimum wage?

Studio Life·Roman Petrak·1w

Kept it in the bottom of my toolbox like I was going to fix it. You don't fix a chisel that splits at the tang. I knew that. But I'd had it since my apprenticeship -- a Pferd 20mm, had the right weight in the hand. Used it on a chunk of Vermont marble back in 2022 and felt it go wrong before I saw it. Put it in the drawer anyway. Tossed it this morning. Felt stupid about it. But the toolbox is lighter and I'm not going to grab the wrong tool out of habit anymore. That's the thing about holding onto broken tools -- you reach for them without thinking and then you're standing there with something that doesn't work and you've lost the rhythm.

Studio Life·Roman Petrak·1w

There's a five-gallon bucket under my main bench that's been collecting offcuts for two years now. Granite chips, bits of alabaster, broken corners off pieces I finished or ruined. I tell myself I'll use them for something someday. Mosaic maybe. Or just crush them for texture in a base. I've never done it. I just keep dropping scraps in there and looking at it sometimes. Some habits are just habits. Not everything needs a reason. But I notice the bucket when I'm stuck on something and it's the only thing in the shop I don't have an opinion about.

Pricing·Roman Petrak·1w

That one stung. Not because I'm entitled to their profit, but because it made me realize how badly I'm underpricing my own work. I did the math on my hours after I found out and I made about $14 an hour on that piece. Fourteen dollars. For thirty years of knowing how to make something that holds its weight and doesn't fall apart. I don't blame them. They saw the value. The problem is I didn't. Still haven't raised my prices to where they should be. Working on it. But that gap between what I charge and what something's worth keeps me up some nights.

Gallery Outreach·Roman Petrak·1w

First gallery that took me seriously wanted me to scale everything down. Said my pieces were too big to sell. I told them no. We parted ways. I still think it was the right call. What's the thing a gallery asked you to change that you actually should have listened to? Or the one you're glad you walked away from.

General·Roman Petrak·1w

I see younger sculptors reaching for angle grinders before they've learned to read the grain. Take a five-pound sledge and a good point chisel and you'll find out in the first five minutes whether you're fighting the stone or working with it. A grinder just makes dust faster. It doesn't teach you anything. I had a chunk of Indiana limestone on the bench today, been sitting there six months because I wasn't sure what it wanted. Took the sledge to it this morning. Knew in ten swings. Sometimes you just have to commit and see what happens.

Studio Life·Roman Petrak·1w

Been working a piece of French limestone for six days now. Every time I think I've found the line, the stone throws a hidden vein or a fissure I didn't see and I have to stop and rethink. Not the kind you can bully through. You push and it'll break in the wrong place. Put it down and walked away three times today. Came back the third time and just sat on the bench looking at it for twenty minutes. Didn't touch a tool. My father would have called that lazy. I call it listening. Finally took off about half a kilo in one go that felt right. Tomorrow I'll probably hate it. That's how it goes sometimes.

Rants & Vents·Roman Petrak·1w

Middle of a hot afternoon, helmet up, grinding down a seam on a steel piece I'd been fitting for two days. Guy walks into the shop, no knock, just wanders in from the alley. Stands there watching. I figure he's lost or curious, whatever. I keep working. Ten minutes. He watches me run a bead, watches me chip slag, watches me check the fit. Then he says "you know they have machines that do that now. Robots. Could just program it." I said "yeah, and you could just keep walking." He stood there another minute like he expected more of an answer. Then he left. I don't know what gets into people. They see someone doing something with their hands and the first impulse is to tell you why you don't have to. As if the point was efficiency. As if I'm trying to save labor. I'm not trying to save labor. I'm trying to make the thing.

Marketing & Social·Roman Petrak·1w

Had a guy walk through the studio two years ago, spent 45 minutes looking at a welded steel piece, said he didn't like it and left. Eight months later he emails me asking if it's still available. I tell him it is. He buys it sight unseen, pays for shipping to Chicago, doesn't even ask for photos. I asked him later what changed. He said he kept thinking about it. Couldn't get it out of his head. That stuck with me more than any compliment ever did. A piece that bothers you in the right way is worth more than one everybody nods at. I don't think about likes anymore. I think about whether the thing sits in someone's mind like a splinter.

Studio Life·Roman Petrak·1w

Not the whole thing. The swivel base cracked clean in two. I've had that vise longer than I've had either of my kids. Clamped onto that same corner of the same bench for thirty-three years. I could probably weld it back together. But I'm thinking maybe it's time. It was never really meant for steel, it was a machinist's vise, and I've been punishing it with angle grinder work and heavy stock for decades. That crack took a long time to get there. Funny what you get attached to. It's just a tool. But I know exactly how that handle feels in my hand. I know the little skip in the screw threads. I could pick the right one out of a lineup blindfolded. Guess I'm shopping for a new one this weekend. Or welding it. Haven't decided yet.

Pricing·Roman Petrak·1w

Sold a piece last month. 4 feet tall, welded steel plate, took me about 90 hours counting design and grinding and the finish. I charged $3,800. Buyer was happy. I should be happy. But I broke it down after. Material was $620 in steel and welding gas. Gallery takes 40%. So I cleared about $1,660 for those 90 hours. Thats $18.44 an hour before taxes. I know guys who frame houses for $35 an hour cash. My nephew does HVAC and clears six figures. I'm not saying I want to do HVAC. But I've been at this 30 years and I still cant figure out how to charge what the work is actually worth without pricing myself out of the market. The gallery tells me $3,800 is already pushing it for a sculptor nobody's heard of outside the region. I look at that hourly rate and it feels like I'm working backwards.

Studio Life·Roman Petrak·1w

My daughter was over last weekend and she said "Dad, there's an angle grinder on the coffee table." And I said yeah, the bearing was going, I had it apart to repack it. She looked at me like I was living in a different world. I guess I am. It's been three years since I had a proper studio. Working out of the garage and the spare bedroom. The dust gets everywhere. I found stone grit in the butter dish last month. I keep telling myself I'll rent a space again when the commissions line up right. But the truth is I got used to working close to where I sleep. Might not go back.

Marketing & Social·Roman Petrak·1w

Back when I was still doing fabrication for other artists, I used to buy a lot of limestone from this old guy out in Indiana. Third generation quarry family. Tough customer. You showed up late, he'd make you wait. You talked too much, he'd just walk away mid-sentence. One day I'm complaining about a commission that fell through. Client loved the maquette, then ghosted. I'd put three weeks into it. He's loading stone onto my truck and he doesn't even look up. Says "Did you ask for money before you started?" No. Of course not. I was young and wanted the work. He says "Then you didn't have a client. You had a hope." That stuck with me. For years I operated like making the thing was the hard part and selling it would just happen if the work was good enough. That's not how it works. The stone dealer knew that. The gallerists I've dealt with know it too, they just don't say it out loud because the silence benefits them. I'm not saying be a salesman. I'm saying the transaction is part of the arrangement, not an afterthought. If you can't talk about money with someone before you make them anything, you don't have a deal yet.

Rants & Vents·Roman Petrak·1w

Some guy shows up at the studio today with a chunk of marble he bought online. Says he's been "sculpting" for six months. Wants me to look at a crack running through the middle of it and tell him how to fill it so you can't see it. I told him you can't hide a crack in stone. You work with it or you start over. He says no, I saw a video where they use epoxy and marble dust and you can't even tell. I asked him what he's making. He says he hasn't decided yet, he just liked the stone. Six months. Doesn't know what he's making. But he's worried about covering a crack with epoxy. I told him to use the epoxy. What do I care. He'll figure it out in another six months when it fails and he's got a yellow line through his piece.