This is MY steel mill, an engine of the corporation that bears my name and has made my fortune. Pyracantha Steel! I know every strut and girder, every furnace and every flame that powers the making of our built environment. Do not forget that without metals, without my steel, you would be living in wood-framed huts around an impoverished dusty square. I am always striving to improve, ever-vigilant to the moves of my competition. There is nothing more satisfying to me than the orange glow of a fresh-molded ingot. And it all comes to life at the stroke of my technical pen.
Brown technical pen ink on sketchbook page, 4 1/4" x 3", September 10, 2015. It depicts some of an oxygen furnace and a lime kiln.
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