Our country has lost a great treasure today.
I was introduced to Wilson's work by a high school English teacher who took our class to see The Piano Lesson in New York. Ten years later I found myself living in his neighborhood, Capitol Hill, Seattle, and would see him around regularly, reading the newspaper in a coffee shop, or walking with his daughter. While I certainly respected his privacy, I consider Wilson an artist of such magnitude that I did make a point of greeting him one day as he was strolling down the street, and telling him how much I love his work. He was very friendly and gracious. I'm glad that I did it.
RIP, and thank you.
Sunday, October 02, 2005
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