If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.
We see a million grasses, rocky shapes, and smooth curves, peace. The sculptures are very beautiful and unique.
I miss manual typewriters.
I have seen the sky become her. What has happened to the heavens in her eyes? The trimming of her dress makes the stars fall harder.
It’s so sad that people messed that up. People are so destructive.
Singing in the rain
Dogs rule… cats are okay too.
Just landed on earth. Glad Pokemon Go is still cool. Humans have some pretty dope memes.
A quiet place to get lost in one’s thoughts. To consider your purpose and find your way home.
Love is freedom, hate is imprisonment.
Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their country.
Everyone thinks I am part of this exhibit. Maybe I am.
These are the times that try men’s souls
What an amazing place, wow. Where else would you find a typewriter in the woods?
The garden as an inspiration with the garden as my muse. Springtime is its own season.
Take care of each other in solidarity.
What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us.
Rain and hail, / Cold and snow / Are good excuses not to go.
May I please speak to Sheila?
Two memes lost in eternal damnation
Thus by day my limbs, by night my mind
For thee and for myself, no quiet find
Picture, if you will, a creature with the power to escape any hypothetical situation.
Art is the best food for the soul. Eat up.
Time to bring back the common WRITE wing party.
It’s time to spread our wings and fly. Don’t let another day go. Love, it’ll be just like starting over.
Don’t underestimate the power of the typewriter.
Don’t neglect the chance to play with the numerous forms of metal, wood, fiberglass… as static as they appear, they also move minds and hearts.
Dear seasons and sunlight, seasons and shadows,
Play with the windfall, dancing trees
The chatty bamboo, spring shrubs
It is fun to enter a painting’s third dimension. Bamboo in dappled light. Licks of cool breeze. Old technology at my fingertips, connecting to time in unsteady letters. The breeze shimmers in the trees. The light sparkles in the air; I am grateful to be a part of it.
Through layers of healing, peeling away at every facet of my soul, I am struck anew by simple trust. All my dreams are in the sea. The bridesmaids keep them safe. One day I shall uncover the hem to find they hay has turned to pearls.
Today is a great day. This is very hard to type on. The ink runs low, like my patience. Why does Carolyn put her hair up and down twenty times a day?
Today is a perfect day. Visiting from Savannah. Enjoying this beautiful day with the spirit of our son.
Beautiful setting on a beautiful day. The flower is always in the almond. Everything has beauty; not everyone sees it.
The joy of being delusional is that you are always the last to know.
It is beautiful here. I have truly found paradise.
Art is the center of my soul
The hidden wonder of New Jersey
Bob Glauber used to write his stories on a typewriter like this
Play is the heart of a child. Art is the heart of an adult.
I want to take a nap I want to take a nap
The ribbon appears to be jammed…strawberry LONESTAR
My mom wanted me to write here.
And nitrogen and oxygen and hydrogen and rhenium.
I am writing to my future self
Do not write on this typewriter until 6-4-20I7
Not all those who wander are lost. Those who wander with friends are never alone on their adventures.
Life is for the living. The past couple of months have been pretty rough. Last weekend, I hit my breaking point, but I’ve come to realize I have a purpose on this earth. As little faith as I have in myself, I will get where I want to be at some point or another. It might not be today or tomorrow… but soon. I will be okay again. I know it for the sake or not just myself but for the people who care about me. This place has helped me a lot. I’m truly grateful for this wonderful place. I feel like I’m truly in my element wheI’mim here. I always come here to clear my head. I always listen to Modest Mouse when I am here. It makes it very nostalgic. Today I actually came here for a memorial.service for my cousin. Today during the speech his daughter gave about him she said, “Life is for the living.” Thank you to all the people who have ever cared. I appreciate you since the pizza chick mental health adventure, because you are everything and I am nothing… uncomfortable.
Muddy grass piles, a walk through the imagination.
This does feel different than a computer keyboard. Wow, it gives me a sense of how long I’ve been alive, to see so much evolution of technology.
You know that place between sleep and awake? The place where you can still remember dreaming? That’s where I will always remember you.
On beautiful days like these, I’m glad art and writing are still loved by all.
The Earth is beautiful & precious. Enough fighting. Our children must know what an elephant is… Breathe in the air; love is all we need to dare. Save the garden, trees and air.
Tomorrow is my birthday. Today I’m here with my sister. I celebrate for days. Today is my 53rd birthday. I remember writing college papers on an electric typewriter. The digital age has spoiled me. (Where are the emoji keys?)
Welcome to the sculpture. What a delight. Enjoy this fine rhyme; good luck with what you write. Music IS the soil, the soul, the breath of life. A day with friends amidst art and trees… pure peace
Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to our imagination, and life to everything.
He was not a soul free of sin, but genuine no less. All you need is love… her soul was on fire.
LOVE LOVE LOVE ART LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVEE LOVE art LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE
The future is unknown. Gray-white glistening tops. White glistening, snowpeaked tops, engulfed by the clouds crashing down on me wild, free, untameable, constantly moving. Every flower is busy; every bee in a tizzy. Every hen folk is hatching while the men folk are scratching. To assure the survival of each new arrival, Mother Nature’s miracle. Her new seasons, heir: Spring Spring Spring.
You are likely to be eaten by a grue…it’s a beautiful day to be alive. Always trust a sunny day. Do you know who opened the chamber of secrets? No, but I can poop.
Life is beautiful. Damn, memes are dope.
Okay, fresh page ripe for the typing. A lovely couple from Brazil thought I worked here. His wife had to translate that he used to work with typewriters a lot as a child, interesting people you meet here. It is getting late, the park will most likely close soon. However, I enjoyed my time here. Maybe I did I’m just joking. Though perhaps this booth could use a new chair and some ink.
So after death, your father may not exist unless you keep him in your heart and soul and mind. Bless you for your beautiful words.
My initial impulse was to type some sort of obscenity, but after seeing what the purpose of this station is, I think something a little bit deeper would be more appreciated. I have a lot of questions about what happens after death, a lot of them arising after my father died almost two weeks ago, so I’m wondering what others may have to say about the subject. I look forward to seeing some responses.
I love you
I love you
No more sophistry, no futile rhymes. No more metaphors that just waste time. This attempt at art goes out to those who have lost all feeling of repose. This attempt at a manifesto is for scholars for whom knowledge flows. This is a tale of false unionship told by a peasant of rulership. The resignation is due to this: our perpetual supreme abyss, goddess of all the flies in the sky. President for life, we glorify. You got away with a hit but we lie and wait. You got away with it but we ALL lie and wait.
Here comes a special boy! Let’s take a closer look at that snout. Doot doot dooooootie.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
The new Kendrick album is fire.
I have never been wise. There is always another secret. To feel like a writer of old, so trite, but so compelling still. What is the allure of the written word that so strongly binds us all together? What is the peace brought by a book if not magic, if not gods at work among men?
I hate poetry. Would you like green eggs and ham? I would not like them, Sam I am. Would you like them in a box? Would you like them with some fox? One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish.
If you’re reading this, you have been in a coma for 20 years. Please wake up. Your family misses you.
Four score and seven years ago, our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation or any nation so conceived and so dedicated can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
We are waiting for our little girl in India to arrive. She is worth the wait.
Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body in pieces to call you once by your name.
Praise the Lord. We love because he first loved us. The Son of man came not to be served but to serve and to give us as a ransom for many. Matthew, the Lord, is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for His name’s Sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of Death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my Enemies; You annoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the LORD forever. Psalm 23
Divided we fall. We are divided by artificial lines of code. We pick a team and think that it makes us stronger. It doesn’t. We bark and rage at any one who is different, conservative, liberal, millenial, racist. Yet we never consider the similarities between us. We are all born we all die. And now instead of creation, we observe and point and destroy. We post and blog and it gets us nowhere. The internet did not bring us closer. It made it easier to o retreat into ourselves. Our anonymity. We need each other. We are strong together. We could build. We could imagine a better world and make it happen. We could finally rise up and be the people we know, or used to know, that we can be. Labels, thought policing, and pointing only serve to help control you. They are tools, and effective ones, and we accept the yoke of zombihood gladly if it comes with a new app. This is the end or the beginning, and it is up to us to decide which…
And for the first time in my life, I am speechless. Why are we all obsessed with our own image? Why is it important for people to know what you had for breakfast? Who cares? Will it make a difference in your life?
Hello World, I haven’t used a typewriter in 50 years. I’m here with my wife and a friend.
Leave NOW NOW NOW — well, well, well how about that. There I found a typewriter. Ain’t that something else. This is the first time using a typewriter. The typewriter jams because I type too fast.
We are trying to find
beer and happiness
2434 stop.. they came from the west. Stop being overrun,
Send backup and more beer.
Said the moon to the earth why the look of despair
You are gifted with water trees and the air
I by reflection and left with dejection and just a few rocks to
Linda told me her name is Skye. I like pie. Especially apple. And PUMPKIN PIE.
All I need is vodka and puppies. Dream as if you live forever, live as if you die today.
Happy anniversary to my favorite dino… you are cute and stuff.
I like rabbits and cheese but not together.
como estas?/como vc vai?/
how are you?
I married him. How did Smith and Corona really get along? A beautiful day to be walking the grounds of GFS and walking and enjoying the art. Been here only for three weeks but already hate to leave this beautiful and peaceful place.
The lady and her dog
So glad to be here
On this lovely day amongst
Art and lover, life
Yes to typing outdoors slowly among nature and art
I do not want to have you
To fill the empty parts of me
I want to be full on my own
I want to be so complete
I could light a whole city
I want to have you
Cause the two of us
Could set it on fire.
Happy mother’s day. I love you mom.
The only constant is change.
Perhaps we were meant to question sour reality. Perhaps we were meant to experience all we can. Though, I suppose it is interesting in its own wait. Today we are present.
Hi from Florida – ryder and justina and mommy and great grana
Welcome to Grounds For Sculpture. Come and experience the Typewriter Project exclusively at Grounds For Sculpture.
The last 3 months have been full of joy and you, a little bit. It might be more than a little (; Anyway, I love the way you laugh, how you smile, and how you bring joy to others as well. Your love for the needy, homeless, and the little stones inspire me to grow in love for these little ones. What I truly love about our relationship is that we both have hearts for these people and that we can spend time with God together.
Hope you are doing well. Jen and I are at Ground for Sculptures. We are having fun. Let us know when we can make cookie pie with Charlene and Besas. Miss you all.
Forget long, and time will return.
The flowers have bloomed. What I see in everyone else, I see in ourselves.
The time was dusk. There was a chill in the air. And all was well.
Last time I was here I met you later that night. Now you are
Standing next to me a year and a half later.
95% of earth’s organisms are invertebrates
Art is everywhere.
I used to have a typewriter like this. Once upon a time I used to be happy. Then my dad died. I miss him. Now I see him in the trees.. lakes.. and nature. I will see him again.
Celebrating mom happy birthday mom
Celebrating Perry’s birthday today.
Hi it’s Dans birthday and we are here to celebrate YEAH
Just Be – is it real or not.
Today is a beautiful day with my sweet lover. Enjoying the moment hoping it lasts forever. May tomorrow
In the midst of life, we are in death.
To whom it may concern:
Greetings from Lancaster, PA
Entering my seventh decade, enjoying a sunny day with my hubby surrounded by beautiful nature and stunning art. PERFECT DAY… Time flies but not memory…
Hello it’s me and I was wondering if after all… oh who am I kidding this is no
they’re here there & everywhere
oh oh oh life in america
You I saw a lady and her kid and I said where you at him.
Love. It will take you far. Dont underestimate. Its strength.
Happy mothers day mommy I love you
happy anniversary sharon i love you
today is a beautiful day to be alive
I loved my brunch at Rat
so much inspiration on a cloudy day, the rain falls gently on our heads….
I love grounds for sculpture…
Boom goes the thunder before it clears
And the clarity becomes a glass
A little drop of heaven is loving you
A little drop of water before we become
Thirstier. . I wasn’t sure I deserved it
It had rained and rained. All day we thought, how wet
Will the ground be? How green the grass?
And the birds, all of them, shook their million
Feathers and sang their songs and it stopped.
WATCH IT LOOP
hello my name is merri and i am weird.
hi from Germany what’s up everyone. My name is “ceerys” not “keris.” Skrrt skrrt.
my friends are quicker than my thumbs.
The Sculptures Here are AMAZING
hi i saw baby ducks today!
i am awesome
Be patient be kind it will pass. This day will be a foreverday with my girls.
hoje viemos aqui, Livia e eu adoramos muito esse lugar e lindo de ias beijos a os brasileiros
If I could give you one thing in this world, it would be for you to see yourself through my eyes. And you would see how truly amazing you are.
when in just spring …..tell me tell me all that you know, I’ll show you wind and rains,
waves and sand, sun and rays of joy; I will wait for you there
This place is part of heaven. So beautiful to be in the gardens when the flowers are in bloom – Nicholas
Buenos dias. Muy contenta de estar en el parque.
El parquer, disfrutando de la naturaleza y el arte de los escultores.
So many shades of green…
PERFECT iis the enemy of the good (enough).
Open. Time is your space.
good morning it is sunny, early may, clouds roll overhead with peaks of sun, pieces of light