Frisco Pete: The Schizo Life

Debonair and deeply aesthetic, with the confidence of a cowboy saddling up for a summer ride, Frisco Pete’s grey-scale cowboy portraits rope you in.

So often, cowboys are boxed into a stereotype. A trope of a particular brand of American life. Not so at Frisco Pete’s show, where the cowboys are more Brokeback Mountain than Marlboro Men, more Orville Peck than Yellowstone.

These luscious-lipped, side-eyed cowboys with buckles undone go to the beach, drink at the bar (or at the cemetery), gamble, wear nautical striped t-shirts, and subvert stereotypes, but remain iconic. You want these characters to come to life. To populate a fictional TV town or rural utopia in the next Hollywood blockbuster.

Tyler Sheridan, eat your heart out.

These charming, gray-scale cowboys are the work of Frisco Pete. This is his nom de plume. His avatar. He is a maverick artist, and all the more intriguing for it. What we do know is that he lives and works in Houston, Texas. Just like his enticing cowboys hiding behind Ray-Bans and a Stetson, Frisco Pete’s hidden identity feels right. And we all love a little mystery.