Northeastern New Mexico

The
Story

Tribal people, conquistadors, homesteaders, outlaws — this land has never belonged to any one of them, it doesn't belong to us either. We're just the next ones to call it home, for now.

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People ask how we ended up here.

The short answer is: this wasn't accidental.

Amanda had lived this life before—she knew exactly why she wanted to come back. Her family has been in this part of New Mexico since homestead days. Not recently. Not casually. Generations of ranching, working this same ground. This isn't a place we discovered—it's one we stepped into, then chose to build our life around.

We've been here over twenty years now—raised our family here, built everything we have here. We live on a working cattle ranch in the high prairie of northeastern New Mexico, where the horizon is broken only by ancient volcanic formations. The closest groceries—and any restaurant—are nearly a hundred miles round trip. You don't end up here by accident. You plan for it.

This place doesn't give anything easily. Dry years. Wet years. Wind in all of them. Everything that survives out here—plants, wildlife, people—has earned it.

And in exchange, you get to live inside a kind of beauty most people will never experience—and fewer still will understand.

Nathaniel & Amanda Franklin
Nathaniel & Amanda — Northeastern New Mexico

"We learned by doing. By experience. By saying yes to almost everything — including many things we had no business saying yes to. By trying, trying hard, trying again, and hopefully, trying smarter."

— Nathaniel Franklin
Nathaniel Franklin — Prairie Punk Gallery

I Said Yes Before
I Was Ready.

I'm self-taught in many mediums and techniques—welding, fabrication, painting, design, construction. But if I'm honest, the things that matter most were shown to me. I had strong examples—people who put family first and understood what it meant to build something worth passing down.

I learned the rest by doing—by saying yes to things I had no business saying yes to, and figuring them out along the way.

That same mindset shapes how I work with materials. I don't reach for something new if I can find something that's already been through life. Reclaimed steel. Salvaged wood. Prairie relics. Materials that have already lived a life.

When you live it—when you pay attention, and when you're willing—those things start to shape you too.

This was never a solo operation.

The work is mine, but the world it lives in belongs to all of us. The family isn't the backdrop — they're collaborators. The ranch, the gallery, the stays, the experiences: none of it exists without them.

The Franklin family
The Family — Northeastern New Mexico
Miss Amanda

Miss Amanda

Amanda's family has been in this part of New Mexico since homestead days—on both sides. This life isn't new to her. It's something she chose to return to—and something we've built around together.

Katie — The Boozy Botanist

Katie

Katie built The Boozy Botanist from the ground up. Her botanical products appear throughout the guest experience — the kind of thing you find on a tray and take home.

Calder, Cash, and Chance

Calder, Cash & Chance

Calder grew up here—it shows in his eye and the way he sees through a lens. Cash is the real thing—a working cowboy, shaped by this landscape. Chance is twelve and already coming up the same way.

"This life — the land, the family, the work of building something from scratch — is why it shows up in everything I make. It isn't influence. It's the source."

— Nathaniel Franklin

The Chopper — reclaimed steel sculpture by Nathaniel Franklin, Prairie Punk Gallery
The
Chopper

Three years  ·  Two thousand pounds  ·  One idea

The Chopper represented a change in me.

For years I had chosen this life but somehow felt separate from it. The art was there — here and there, quietly — but I never led with it. Rarely volunteered it. If it came up in conversation, fine. But I wasn't going to be the one to bring it up. I was playing small.

I knew that if I committed to building something as epic as the Chopper, there was no going back. You can't weld an 18-foot, 2,000-pound reclaimed steel motorcycle and then tell people you're not really an artist. There would be no denying it.

It was a proclamation. To myself, mostly. An acceptance that this life I'd built — the ranch, the land, the family, the work — was mine. I'd earned it.

I don't deny it anymore. I lead with it. I'm proud of it.

I am an artist.

Exhibition & Placement Inquiries

Build Specifications

Length18 feet
Weight~2,000 lbs
Build time3 years
MaterialReclaimed prairie steel
OriginNortheastern New Mexico
LocationPrairie Punk Gallery, NM
Documentary@prairiepunk · YouTube
StatusNot for sale
ExhibitionInquiries welcome

What comes next

The art is for sale.
The stays are open.

Take a piece of the work with you—or stay inside it. The properties are filled with original art, all tied to this place. Or step out onto the ranch under Capulin's dark skies and experience it for yourself.