This hangar-like structure, about a 90-minute drive north of Manhattan, has been Frank Stella’s studio for the past two decades.
For good measure, the name “Stella” is spray-painted on a piece of wood indicating the entrance. The rain buckets down forebodingly, but I know I’m on the right track when I make out a set of immense cast-aluminum and stainless-steel sculptures by the side of the road, a few of them distinctly stellar in shape. One gloomy November morning, I follow my GPS to an anonymous set of buildings in the Hudson Valley. STARS - THE KIND that appear in the cosmos - have coordinates, not addresses, and the same is true for certain earthbound luminaries, too.
