09/23/2026
I fought for this cowboy. Politely. For weeks.
Here's the thing about a room like this: every single surface is already yelling. Log walls, flagstone, a raw cedar mantel, a rug with nine colors in it. Put one more busy thing on that chimney and the whole room turns to static.
So the art had to be the opposite. Flat. Graphic. Quiet. One face, no texture, nowhere else for your eye to go.
That's why everybody who walks in looks at him first. Not because he's loud — because he's the only thing in here that isn't.
And don’t even get me started on that polished skull. That was an entirely different treasure hunt. And a post for another day. 😍
Photography: Bess McKinney