The people from the Iron Triangle section of Queens, filled with auto repair shops, iron works and junkyards, use the tools and materials of their different businesses, to produce scrap effigies.
It’s junkyard art, even banksy planted an effigy in a puddle of waste in the Iron Triangle, his Sphinx.
Junkyard effigies go beyond expressions to sell services, but memorials to friends that died, some killed. Other effigies have nothing to do with junkyards and can be more spiritual mixing Santeria-styled Catholicism, qnd, all this, often from the detritus of the Junkyards itself.
Inside the old 9/11 museum, a sattue of liberty is adorned with keepsakes and momentos of that day.
“…Below this effigy, an entry to the junkyard earth. I walk myself dutifully down the mossy stairs to my resting place, each step echoing with a memory of an imagined golden age.”
— Austin Wulliman