Although I had never had the pleasure of meeting Neil, his work has affected me as an emerging artist in this industry and his impact on Canadian theatre is palpable.

As I came to work this afternoon, there was a somber feeling in the air, but it didn’t stop people from sharing the joy of their time spent with him. Stories of his work were full of life, love and passion for the craft.

One actor reminisced about his incredible sense for the detail of the play. A smile came over his face as he described to me Neil’s care for the life of the story. He told me how he carried around a small plastic box filled with cue-cards packed with information about every last detail of the world he was directing. Another actor remembered how his binder was overflowing with notes, pictures and magazine clippings. Even the “minor” characters were filled with a life and a through-line that most directors would glaze over.

Neil’s willingness to take risks was fondly admired. He wasn’t afraid to be bold and take a chance. He continuously pushed the envelope and challenged what the norms were on stage. He dared to strive for more from both his actors and the audience.

“In all my years in the theatre,” said one actor, “one of the parts I remember most was a role that he directed me in. Even though I only had eight lines, I was more proud of those few lines than many of the roles I’ve played since.”

To quote: “He was one of the best directors I ever worked with.” I have no doubt.

Rest in peace.