Haring was a force of nature, both as an artist and as an activist. He worked ceaselessly to promote HIV awareness, and involved himself deeply in the anti-apartheid movement.
And despite all that, he grew deep roots in NYC where he lived. People loved him as a kind, generous, gentle man.
He died two months before I moved to Manhattan, but I lived surrounded by his art.
Once day, I learned he had mentored children in a local art program, and that a neighbor in my building knew him well from that role.
I found it astonishing then (and still do) that a man of such international renown was such an involved neighbor.
I wish I had moved to NYC in time to meet him, or at least encounter him on the street.