His respect and friendship had put us on equal ground from the start, something I’d never experienced with someone I respected and looked up to so much/ Max, a powerhouse artist with a bright, sharp, dreamy mind, was a person you’d meet and never forget. As our friendship grew, I came to understand how much loss and strife had come with his identity as a young, gay Chicano in Albuquerque in the ’60s and ’70s: He survived the AIDS crisis while living in New York during the ’80s; he became a driven, self-made artist who, by his own description, once sold a painting for a pack of cigarettes when he was in his 20s. As a man who occupied a space that was Chicano, American, gay and working artist, Max passed on a lot of struggle and tragedy in casual jokes, but very often seemed to be preoccupied and dreaming, somewhere else, except for moments when a quick wit caught him and made him brighten up and laugh. He was always radiant when he would laugh, and a clever, racy or dark joke always tickled him.
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