From the Forest to the Welding Bench
About Me
I’ve been working with my hands my whole life. For decades, folks around here knew me as the guy with the chainsaw, turning rough logs into something worth looking at. It was good, honest work, and I loved every minute of it. But an old dog can still learn new tricks, and as the years rolled on, my bones started asking for a change of pace.
That’s when I traded the sawdust for the welder.
These days, I spend my hours in the shop working with metal. There’s something about steel that just speaks to me. It’s tough, it’s stubborn, and it forces you to respect it. But once you fire up the torch and get it hot enough, you can make it bend, flow, and take shape just like wood.
For a long time, I kept my art close to the chest. My sculpture was a gift for a buddy, something for a community, a piece for a neighbor, or something to pass along to family. While I accepted commission and sold works, If you had one of my pieces, it was because we shared a cup of coffee or a history together.
But I’m not getting any younger, and the shop is getting crowded. I figured it’s finally time to throw the doors open and put my work out on the open market.
Every piece I weld together is built the old-school way—with a lot of sweat, plenty of patience, and the kind of durability that means it'll outlive me by a mile. I'm glad you stopped by the site, and I hope you find something that speaks to you the same way the raw steel spoke to me.
— Dale Kazee
Nature (1996)
A cougar carving a tree with its claws,
carved from a single piece of cedar,
on display in front of the weed mercantile mall.
The helicopter is the first bit of metal sculpture that came to me, meant to resemble the helicopter from Magnum PI.
The other two are more recent, a lighthouse and old fighter plane taking looking pretty together.