Field of Corn Sculpture

This corn isn’t even edible. I broke 3 teeth learning that lesson.

I’d seen this on the Internet on some site about random things to check out in Ohio but got lost trying to find a Japanese restaurant and drove right by this … stopped to check it out. In an area that has huge corn fields. I guess a field of concrete corns made sense ???

Super Cool!

Here on the corporate corner of Frantz and Rings roads is proof positive that Central Ohio can hold its own in the Midwestern passion for the kitch and– I am going to say it – corny. So welcome all to the amazing artistry, to the white wonderment, to the taxpayer boondoggle known locally as Cornhenge!
Created in 1994, Cornhenge is on land donated by the Frantz family and dedicated to the work of Sam Frantz, whose work in creating corn hybrids is important– I guess. Its 109 statues are aligned in rows, made out of prefab concrete, and a representation of Corn Belt Dent Corn which Frantz may have developed. Flanking these monuments to maize are lines of Hedge Apple trees which were planted all around the areas in the pre-​sprawl days.
The landscaping is gorgeous even for the brisk spring Sunday I decided to visit. My walk through was surprisingly thought provoking; the joking aside, there is artistic merit here: what is the meaning of this? As I thought a truth came to me: there isn’t a representation of corn here!
No, no. See corn has a stalk, has wispy leaf shelfs, and a tassling top. No, no. These are not statue of corn. Sure they are of a part of corn, the ear, the part we all are familiar with post-​processed, wrapt on the supermarket table, but it is not corn as it grows.. . In a field. Calling this Field of Corn is ironic. That’s when Eurika came.
See this area was once agriculture land far from the city, and Dublin a small farming village up the road. But then Dublin and Columbus ballooned, sprawled, and this became the ex-​burg, Corporate plazas, malls, cupcakeland. And the agricultural identity of this place died, and we too lost our identity. We lost our connection with the land. Consumed by the placating convenience of our mechanized, computerized, compartmental world we became alienated to the land so much we think of corn as a product at the supermarket than a living plant that grows, forgetting about the stalk, the leafs, the tassels. No wonder this place is like a cemetery; corn as a reality is buried from us, popping up is corn the simulacrum.
If you come here I am a lost to where you should park. I parked at the company building next to it, but am not sure if that is ok. They do have benches to sit in and enjoy a good book, or watch your children at play. Or you could count the many ways to make corn: corn-​on-​the-​cob, can corn, cream corn, popcorn, corn-​kabob, corn cake, corncicle. ..

Drive by this place with your friends and see if anyone notices. Are you so used to the monotony of life that you can’t even see the concrete corn right in front of you? Stop and smell the corn, touch the corn, and dream of tasting the corn. Imagine what life would be like if dublin and flattened all the trees and/​or corn fields and put up a ton of housing and a sub-​par shopping mall. Yes, now you are closer to nature. Return to car, you are healed!

It’s rows and rows of 6′ 3″ high concrete corn sculptures. I want to put on a blue polo shirt, a pair of jeans and a pair of sunglasses and just touch them.

not really diggin it, but it looks kinda cool. Corn on a field statues… nice to stop by and take some pictures. :-)

Intresting sculpture. Really no place legal to park (that we found). My daughter enjoyed running through and moms got some cute pics. Ok to see if your in Dublin, but dont go out of way. Guess people wanted to spend money on building this… lol

Field of Corn, I like you for your anarchistic statement of the cold order of concrete that has spread over this area that was once bucolic farms before the urban spread covered you with streets, houses and strip centers. The ever present hiss of traffic from 270 amplifies these stark reminders here of a simpler agrarian time in Dublin.

Went for a long jog today to atone for my sins of the past week. Starting up by Muirfield, and taking a turn over by Perimeter Loop I made my way down Frantz Road and was thinking, what better place to stop and catch my breath than the Field of Corn Sculpture? Coming here on a Sunday morning, felt, well, wrong. I felt bad in a good way, like an idolator. Stopping to catch my breath in a sea of concrete corn statutes on the Sabbath.
I will warn people – if you wear five fingers to run in, if you walk through wet/​dewey grass the moisture seeps into your shoes and this really sucks. The grass here was dewey. Next time I decide to go this route and stop at FOCS (pronounced «fox» aka «field of corn sculpture») I will wear tennis shoes, or stuff a couple sandwich baggies in my shorts to cover my shoes with before I enter the FOCS area.

Wow, I find it hilarious that this is actually a rate-​able place on Unilocal.There’s not much to it. It’s a field with a bunch of concrete ears of corn, surrounded by your typical sterile suburban office buildings, likely stocked with call center reps. I drive past it twice a day — once on the way to work, and once on the way home from work, and it probably only enters my consciousness about 10% of the time.
What’s strange is that I’ve never seen a soul actually walking around amongst the corn. My theory is that it’s some sort of time-​slip, time-​warp, or portal to Hell. I wouldn’t be surprised if an alien/​demonic race lives within each ear, and occasionally opens a trap door, snatching people into the corn and then plunging them down into the depths of Hades, never to be heard from again.
Enjoy.

The name of this local landmark says it all: A field of corn, in sculpture.
Sure, I’ve driven past it for years. Perhaps become a little desensitized to its weirdness, even. Only recently did I go walk around amongst the rows of cobs. For what it’s worth, all of the bases of the standing corn seem to be unique. The part where the husks would be torn off on a real corn cob are authentically irregular.
My pal took a nice artistic picture for Instagram while we were here. I would have called the capture «Unhusked at Dusk.» This is a great venue for weird photographs. In fact, this is a great spot to put on a scavenger hunt list, if you find yourself needing to entertain a mixed-​bag of relatives with good, clean fun during a Columbus visit. That weird Leatherlips head sculpture in dry-​stack stone is somewhat close by. You could organize a Weird Central Ohio Sculpture tour.

If nothing else, this monument (using the term loosely…) serves as a nice landmark to direct people. «If you’ve hit the weird field of concrete corn, you’ve gone too far.» It’s not like I’d put this place on a list of things to do in Cbus. There’s not even any benches or anything where you can sit with your Graeter’s and enjoy the «view».
Presumably this field will be there forever, preserving a little green space among the corporate office parks that line Franz road, which is a valid purpose, so I suppose this place is worthy of three stars.

Don’t plan on going here its much better if you just randomly stumble upon it, preferably at night like I did the first time for the full WTF experience. I have no idea why this thing exists or if there is a point to it or what the point of a field of giant cement corn would be and I honestly don’t want to know because I think it would lesson the bizzare creep factor. If you’ve never been out to see this you should and if you have any out of town guests coming to visit this is a good spot to nonchalantly drive through while talking about how normal Columbus is.

This is definitely unique .I suppose I hate it because I think its a huge waste of tax payer money, not so much an eye sore. It was paid for by the Dublin Bed tax so most of this was paid for by out of towners who didn’t realize they were paying it. But this kind of waste ends up costing us all. The next time you go on vacation and see that extra bed tax charge on your bill, think of this place.

Giant corn cobs! Scores of them!
Must be what attracts the giant rabbits (no, really: there are giant dancing hare sculptures at nearby Ballantrae Park).

One of the city’s more interesting public artworks is located in Dublin. In 1994, artist Malcolm Cochran created a field of concrete corn as part of Dublin Arts Council’s effort to commemorate the local agricultural heritage.
It’s one of those things you drive by and do a double take…
109, six-​foot tall ears of concrete corn sprout from a small field at the intersection of Rings and Frantz Road, where Sam Frantz, the inventor of hybrid corn lived and farmed. Each ear of corn is unique and no kernal is the same!