Jackson
Clark
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Jackson Clark wasn’t just the kindest man you’d ever meet—he was the heartbeat of every room, the thread that quietly wove people together. He wore so many hats: Father, Son, Brother, Grandfather, Uncle, Soulmate, and Friend.
You could always count on Jackson to remember your birthday, to ask about your family, to show up when it mattered—big or small. He had this way of making you feel like you were the only person in the world when he spoke to you, as if your story truly mattered. That’s just who he was—a giver, never a taker, always looking for ways to lift someone else up. Jackson’s impact reached far beyond his own circle. He was a bridge between cultures, a connector who brought Native American artists and their stories to the wider world. His gallery in Durango, Toh-Atin, is more than just a gallery—it’s a living tribute to his love for Native arts, a gathering place for community, history, and beauty.
But if you knew Jackson, you know he wasn’t all serious. He had a sharp wit, a ready laugh, great smile, loved to tell jokes and a quest for adventure. He skied with joy, biked for miles, rode his motorcycle, and recently just climbed two of the sacred Navajo mountains, two more to go. Writing, reading, and yoga—all ways he explored life and found great meaning. If you were lucky enough to read his newsletters, he told some great stories that were magnificent, mostly true.
We’ll gather to celebrate this remarkable man in Durango on Monday, September 29 at the Fort Lewis Community College Concert Hall. More details for the celebration will be coming soon. Please also share your memories on this site—funny, heartfelt, or anything in between. Pictures would be great as well. Let’s honor Jackson the way he lived: by coming together, sharing, laughing, and remembering just how lucky we were to know him. Look out for red-tailed hawks, he loved them.
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