Just driving around Old Saybrook, minding my own business, and BOOM! What vortex have I just travelled through? I could only think, “I don’t think I’m in Connecticut anymore.” With a simple sign above a warehouse door that read, “Wrought Iron,” as well as semi-abandoned and fully complete works of fabulously morbid/whimsical/grotesque art, I was instantly smitten in the grittiest kind of way. I will adventure further into this wrought iron vortex and report back what I find! Until then, CHECK THIS OUT!