VINALHAVEN, Me. — Forty-one years ago, when Robert Indiana, the artist, came to this remote island spotted with idle granite quarries, he fell in love with the place, and with a Victorian confection that he would make into his home. “We weren’t a big city,” said James Knowlton, the town’s harbor master. “We were just a little offshore island town, and here he was, right on Main Street.”Not long after Mr. Indiana’s arrival, young locals broke his front windows, and Mr. Indiana boarded them up. They stayed shuttered through the decades until his death at 89 last year, even as many in this tight knit community of 1,200 eventually warmed to the idea of having a famous artist living in their midst.

Source: New York Times October 06, 2019 16:41 UTC