Luis Jimenez, Hondo, New Mexico, 2001

Born: July 30, 1940, El Paso, TX / Died: June 13, 2006, Hondo, NM

 Read Luis Jimenez’s Bio here.

The first time I met Luis, back in the seventies, he came into my apartment and seemed to fill the room. It was like no room was big enough for him.

 He was that big of a g

 Not physically, although he was that powerful.

 Not spiritually, although he did have that aura of somebody who really sees the bigger picture.

He was just big. All of it. Life. Love. Art. Humor. Seriousness. Ambition. Regular guyness.

 When I first met him, and I suspect this is what most people felt upon first encounter, I felt like my life was just a lot more complete than it had been a moment before.

 If you wanted to be good at something, in my case it was to be a photographer- you knew he’d be encouraging for your dream.

He was a brother. A big brother. And like a lot of big brothers, he was larger than anyone could possibly be.

 And, man, was he smart.

 He said what mattered. He lived He cut the crap.

 He made impossibly complex Art and made it look like you could buy it from a south side El Paso Body Shop. And the Art mattered. It was about something. It was about him and our culture and his culture and the idiocy of our system and about the flora and the fauna and intuition and magic and love and joy.