Monday, September 10, 2007


Scott Williams, a painter who has had a studio in Long Island City for eighteen years, seeks out quiet spaces and empty landscapes. And so, sometimes he finds himself in Blissville.

He sees a lot, but asks no questions. He wondered, after he heard about Saleem, if he, too, had witnessed a chop shop, in another part of Blissville, even less frequented. No one seemed to worry what he might have witnessed, and he went on painting.

Perhaps there is something invisible about the stillness required for observation. He just laughs. And marvels how often a couple will park behind his easel for an afternoon of stolen love.


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