
"Early in the morning on the first of may 1982 we began to plant a two-acre wheatfield in lower Manhattan, two blocks from Wall Street and the World Trade Center, facing the Statue of Liberty.
The planting consisted of digging 285 furrows by hand, clearing off rocks and garbage, then placing the seed by hand and covering the furrows with soil. Each furrow took two to three hours.
Since March over two hundred tuckloads of dirty landfill had been dumped on the site...Tractors flattened the area and eighty more truckloads of dirt were dumped and spread to constitute one inch of topsoil needed for planting.
We harvested the crop on August 16 on a hot, muggy Sunday. The air was stifling and the city stood still. All those Manhattanites who had been watching the field grow from green to golden amber and gotten attached to it–the stockbrokers and the economists, office workers, tourists, and others attracted by the media coverage–stood around in sad silence. Some cried. TV crews were everywhere, but they too spoke little and then in a hushed voice.
...The idea of a wheatfield is quite simple. One penetrates the soil, places one's seed of concept, and allows it to grow, expand and bear fruit.
...After my harvest, the two-acre area facing New York harbor was returned to construction to make room for a billion-dollar luxury complex. Manhattan closed itself once again to become a fortress, corrupt yet vulnerable. But I think this magnificent metropolis will remember a majestic, amber field. Vunerability and staying power, the power of paradox."
-Agnes Denes
"Wheatfield–A Confrontation"
(1982)