AT HOME WITH: Robert Wilson; The Clark Kent Of Modern Theater
IN Robert Wilson's loft in TriBeCa, everything is exactly in place: furniture, sculpture and artifacts from his operas and plays. Bare light bulbs glare down on a carpetless concrete floor. By his design, there are no doors in the apartment, only passageways 20 inches wide. The effect is that of a post-modern museum. Moving among his possessions and identifying them, Mr. Wilson is a walking Acoustiguide, stopping longer before some displays for more extended commentary. Years ago, when his father visited the apartment, he asked him how he could live there. "It's like being in prison," his father said. "None of the chairs are comfortable." His son replied, "Comfort is a state of mind."
