I woke early. It’s stilldark out when I climb into the cab at 6:30 AM. It would be a 45-minute drive via the BQE (Brooklyn QueensExpressway). I’m buzzing with energy so the ride seems longer and I’m fullyawake. I notice some landmarks on the way so that the road seems more familiarnext time. I liked the name of the street Steinway only later did I realize itsounded so familiar because of the brand name in making pianos. The piano factory is actually just down the road from the Foundry. The entire area seems like the outskirts of suburbia, the area with all the warehouses, but there are some gems here like the Steinway factory and the place that I am heading to, but I didn’t know what the place looked like so the first time I pulled up it took me a minute to realize I had arrived. Where were the big signs, the sleek exterior,and the center of sculptural birth? The car inched up further and I saw the small title written on a square poster board taped to the window of the heavy brickbuilding: MODERN ART FOUNDRY. The small relief sculpture at the door of a man pouring bronze relieved my worries; I was at the right place.
