On a frosty fall morning, a large truck dumped a heavy load of obsolete industrial parts at the yard. The scrap dealer was pleased with his bulk purchase. There were plenty of things he could salvage - with the exception of one - a spiral conveyer column that would hardly be worth his effort. He called a friend, a sculptor known for turning junk into art. The moment the artist laid eyes on the column, he immediately saw the sleeping form of a dragon waiting to be reborn.

Over the cold and long winter, then into spring, the sculptor worked. On the morning of the Summer Solstice, Bing emerged from the artist’s workshop. Forged from recycled stainless steel – casings from machines that once powered human industry - Bing took shape as a magnificent Chinese dragon! Her body coiled around the column as though guarding its ancient secret. Her mouth gaped open in a silent roar, tongue extended in eternal vigilance. In one claw, she held a red gazing ball that shimmered like a captured ember, symbolizing the heart of what she protects.

According to the legend told by the artist, Bing was not merely a sculpture, but a guardian spirit awakened from the remnants of human creation. In Chinese mythology, dragons are protectors—keepers of balance, fortune, and sacred places. Bing’s red gazing ball represents the essence of protection itself: the soul of a person, a treasured memory, or a place worth defending.

It is said that when the light of dawn strikes the ball, Bing’s spirit stirs, her metallic scales glinting as though she breathes once more. If Bing were to uncoil and stretch her full length, she would span over fifty feet—an immense guardian of both art and myth.

She reminds all who see her that even what is cast aside can be transformed into something eternal. Bing now travels as part of the Scrap Metal Legends exhibit, a collection of sculptures that each tell their own mythic tale. Wherever she goes, visitors whisper their hopes and fears to her gleaming form, believing that the dragon of steel will carry their wishes within her red orb. And when the exhibit moves on, those who have stood before Bing swear they can still feel her presence—a silent guardian watching over them, forged from the past, protecting the future.