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Sold a piece from 1984 this week. Was one of the first things I ever welded on my own, a little figure in rebar, rough as hell. The welds are ugly, I can see every mistake in it. It's been sitting in my attic for forty years because I never thought anyone would want it. A woman from Ohio saw a photo my daughter posted of my workshop and asked about it. I told her it was apprentice work, not good, she should look at something else. She insisted. Paid more than I would have asked for it. I packed it up careful, wrapped the parts I'd have let go. Felt strange sending it off. That piece taught me the right way to hold a torch through every bad weld on it, and now it's going to live in someone's house instead of quietly rusting up there. Not sure what the lesson is. Maybe that you don't get to decide what's finished with you.

Welded a steel base for a standing piece last Thursday. Quarter-inch plate, good beads, let it cool slow. This morning I'm wiping it down and there's a hairline running about two inches from one of the welds. Not structural yet. But it's there. I keep going back and forth on whether to cut it out and re-weld or let it ride and see if it stabilizes. The piece it's holding is carved limestone, maybe 150 pounds. If the base gives, that stone hits concrete. Part of me thinks I should have used a thicker plate. Part of me knows I've seen old street railings hold together with worse cracks for fifty years. What's your rule on when you chase a flaw and when you leave it?

Welded a stainless piece back in April, a column about seven feet. Ground the welds down smooth, the whole surface looks like one piece of metal until the sun hits it a certain way low in the evening and every joint shows up like a scar. Can't see a thing at noon. I keep going back and forth on whether to rework it. My old apprentice master would have said the weld is honest, leave it. The gallery crowd would say leave it too but for the wrong reasons, they'd call it a narrative about process. Both of those are excuses. The truth is I don't know if it's a flaw I can live with or a flaw I'm too tired to fix. Some days it looks like the best thing I've made. Other days it looks like a mistake I charged someone for. Anyone else have a piece where the fault line only appears in the wrong light? How do you decide which mistakes are part of the work and which ones are just yours?

Got a piece sitting on my bench right now that I've been avoiding for two weeks. Knew what was wrong the first time I looked at it but kept thinking I could finesse my way around it. Can't. Gotta cut the joint out and start over. That's the thing with steel that I think applies to everything, you can't fix a bad foundation by piling more on top. I see students do it all the time. Keep adding, keep adjusting, hoping the original mistake gets buried. It doesn't. It just gets more expensive to undo. Had a guy in my studio years ago spend six weeks building a sculpture on a bad armature. Six weeks. Knew the armature was wrong on day three. By the end he couldn't save any of it because the whole thing was built on something crooked. Sometimes the only real move is to scrap it and go back to square one. Hardest thing to learn and I still fight it.

Had a structural weld fail inspection last week on a big commission. Client's engineer flagged porosity in a joint I'd been confident in. Had to grind it out, redo it, pay for the re-test out of my own pocket. Thing is, I've been doing this thirty years and I still missed it. Looked fine on the surface. I knew better and I rushed it because the deadline was pressing. Redid it slow, checked the root pass before I laid the cap over it. Passed first try. Nobody posts the failed weld. But that's the one with the actual lesson in it. The ones that pass teach you nothing. The one that fails, you remember it for the next thirty years. Re-ground a scrap piece from that job and left it on my bench as a reminder. Check the root, not the shine.

A client came to me two years ago wanting a welded steel gate for their property. Custom, so I quoted $4,500. I had done the material math, figured my hours at a rate I thought was fair. Then the design kept changing, which it always does. I added the scrollwork because they asked for it, went back and rebuilt the hinge mounts twice because the masonry turned out to be garbage. Six weeks door to door. When I actually added up the hours, including the redo, it came to about $11 an hour. I could make more welding pipe for a plumber. I don't know what the answer is. You raise the quote and clients balk, or you stay honest about hours and you're priced out. I just know I stopped quoting a flat number without writing down how long I genuinely expect it to take. That gate taught me the lesson, $11 at a time.

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.

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.

Had a piece out in the weather since 2019, a tall steel form on a corporate plaza downtown. I welded it with a guy half my age helping me, and I argued with myself the whole way about one joint near the base. Wind load, thermal movement, all of it. I knew better. Did it anyway because the schedule said so. Went by there today to check on something else and stood under it for a while. That joint is clean. No cracking, no rust bleeding through the seam where I was sure it would go. Thirteen years on steel and I still don't trust a good weld until the weather has had a few seasons at it. Checked every connection while I was there. All of them fine. Thought about telling the young guy who helped me but I dont know if hes even still fabricating. Some people move on from this work. Just nice to be wrong about a thing once in a while.

Just finished the fabrication on a welded steel base for a bronze sculpture that's over seven feet tall. It's about 1500 pounds of mild steel, mostly 4-inch square tube. Had to build a custom jig to get the angles right. The welding is all done, now it's just grinding and prepping for patina. Feels good to get this beast off the floor. It fought me the whole way.

Needed four more inches of 3/4 round bar to finish a joint and I was out of stock. Stopped the weld, stood there swearing at the bench for a minute. Then I remembered the offcut bucket under the table that I keep meaning to haul to the scrappers. Thirty years of not throwing anything away finally paid for its rent. Dug out a piece of the same stock from some job back in the 90s, cut it, fit it, burned it in. The whole arc felt smoother than it should have. Took a photo of the finished weld to show the guy I apprenticed under. He'd have called me a fool for working with salvaged material, then pointed out where the puddle was off. Anyway. Keep your scraps. The day comes. That offcut bucket is overdue to be emptied. Maybe next week. Probably not.

Chased a weld on a 3/4" base plate last week. Pulled the whole thing out of square by about a quarter inch over three feet. My first thought was to cut it and start fresh, which is what most people would do now. Instead I did it the way my old mentor would have. Laid it flat, worked the high side with a torch and a hammer, checked it against a straightedge about fifty times over two days. Slow, boring, unphotogenic work. It's square now. I keep telling younger guys that knowing when to stop is the whole game. Turns out knowing when not to start over is the other half. The plate has a story on it now, and it'll hold. Some things are worth the boring fix.

Spent three days welding a knee joint for a figure and only noticed when I went to grind the seam that I'd built it mirror-image. Left leg where the right belonged. Two hundred pounds of steel and I stood there looking at it like it was someone else's work, because it was. Shaped wrong by a man who's done this for thirty years. Cut it apart this morning. Salvaged maybe sixty percent. The rest is scrap. What bothers me isn't the wasted steel, it's that I looked at that thing off and on for three days and my eye told me it was fine. You trust the eye or you don't, and mine lied to me until my hands finally caught it. Makes me wonder what else I've shipped out that I never caught.

I posted a 12 second clip the other week. No music, no voiceover, just my grinder taking the slag off a weld joint on a steel piece. Filmed it out of boredom, honestly. My daughter had been telling me for months that the polished shots of finished work do nothing and the raw stuff does something. I didn't believe her. That clip has more views than every finished sculpture I've put up combined. Comments are mostly people asking what disc I use and whether the sparks will ruin the stone nearby. Not a single word about the piece itself, which is fine, because the piece was barely in frame. What got attention was the noise and the motion and the fact that a real person was doing a real thing with their hands. I don't know what to do with that information. I'm not going to start filming every hour I'm in the shop and pretending it's content. But I can't argue with the numbers either. There's something about showing the labor instead of the result that lands, and I've spent thirty years being told the result is what matters.

Got a commission for a plaza in an office park that emptied out during covid and never really filled back. Fourteen floors of glass, maybe thirty cars in the lot. I welded the figure anyway because a job is a job. It's a standing form, steel, about eight feet. The leg-to-hip joint has bothered me since the second day. Structurally it's fine, it'll outlast the building. But the bead sits heavier than I wanted and I keep telling myself nobody will get close enough to care. Then I drive by and I stop the truck every time. I know the answer. I know it's grinding it out and redoing it. I've told apprentices the same thing for thirty years. Just haven't pulled the trigger yet, and it sits in the shop mocking me while the plaza waits for a piece nobody's going to see anyway. Maybe I'm just looking for a reason not to cut into it. Or maybe the real reason is I know once it's right I won't have an excuse to keep driving by.

Had a piece in the shop for weeks, a steel column with a joint that kept failing. I'd grind it back, re-weld, let it cool slow, still cracked. Every time I finished I was already bracing for it to give. Finally got sick of it and stopped being careful. Ran the arc hot, laid it in one pass, didn't nurse it. Held. It's been sitting out back through rain and frost for a month now and it's still solid. Spent a lot of years learning to be careful. Turns out the lesson was knowing when to stop being careful. That column taught me more than the last three workshop books I read. Not sure where it'll end up. Maybe it stays in the yard a while longer. I keep going out to look at it like it might lie to me.

A gallery reached out last year about a piece I had in a group show. Wanted to know my price for a commission in that range. I said $400. They said great, we'll list it at $1800. That's when it hit me. I wasn't pricing my work, I was pricing my materials and time like I was still doing fabrication for other people. I'd welded it myself, designed it, sandblasted it, patinated it, figured out the base so it wouldn't tip in wind. Three weeks start to finish. $400. I told my daughter about it and she just stared at me. She said dad you're not a contractor. She was right. I raised my studio rate after that but I still catch myself lowballing. There's a voice in my head that says who's going to pay that for something you made. Thirty years in and it's still there.

Quoted a museum shop €2,200 for a welded steel piece, thinking I'd build in some cushion. Took six weeks. Then I added up the steel, the oxygen, the acetylene, the grinding discs, the days I stood there deciding not to add one more curve and redid a joint that was already fine. Came out to about €11 an hour before tax. The shop sold it in a month. Marked up to €4,800. That part's on me, I set the number. But I keep thinking about the steel supplier who charged me more for the material than I'd budgeted and I just paid it, didn't even blink. Meanwhile I'll haggle with myself over my own labor for a week. I've been at this thirty years and I still price like I'm twenty-six and grateful for the work. Raising the next quote twenty percent regardless of what it costs me to say it out loud.

Third time this week the slag isn't cleaning out properly on a steel weld. Means I have to grind it all back and re-do it. Wastes hours and eats into the consumables.

Went past the old site today. The place that used to be a gallery showing my early steel pieces, the ones I welded in a rented shed with a busted MIG gun. Building's a vape shop now. That's fine. Those pieces are still standing in someone's yard in New Jersey, one of them is a handrail in a courthouse in Scranton. Keep finding the same thing after thirty years. The work that outlives the conversation around it is the work that was made to hold weight, not to hold a concept. Nobody asks about the courthouse handrail. It just does its job. Stripped the rust off a piece from '92 this morning. Two hours with a wire brush and it's ready to live another thirty years. That's the whole thing, really. Make it so it outlasts the people who talk about it.