In the grounds of an abandoned steel furnace, in a city that once made the greatest amount of steel in the world, there stands an emptied out torpedo car that once transported hot molten pig iron to a steel factory across a river on rail tracks. An image of this vessel, bereft of its spatial context, emptied of its former function by the passage of time, can become a vehicle for the bearing of all kinds of fecund meaning. Some of them may be brazen.