"The earth revolves beneath my feet.
The sun circles over my head.
Star-light shines in my eye.
My heart is full."  -Roberto Quintana

My father's people were Basque, Spanish, and Apache.
Mestizo/Mexican ranchers, farmers, and miners living close to the earth
in the central Chihuahua desert, under big skies with vast horizons.

My mother's people were Scotch, Irish, and English.
Celtic/Anglo European farmers, ranchers, and merchants. Settlers from the east.
They immigrated in covered-wagons, across the great-plains
of the western prairies, and settled
in the California desert of sage-mountains and salt-lakes.

All my people are people of the earth: Latino, Native, and Anglo.
The dispossessed: Basque and Irish immigrants.
The bold and restless: Scottish and Spanish explorers.
I am the roots of two great continents.
I am the savage and the orphaned child,
I am the conqueror searching for my lost soul,
and the conquered rising from the ashes
in radiance, hope, and joy...
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"Throughout these many years of craft building,
I have always returned to the landscape for renewal and rest.
As my artistic sensitivity matures, I have come to realize
that the contours of the figure-study, the light in the still-life,
and the textures in an abstract-composition are all echoes of the landscape:
Coyotes calling in the dark-blue hills."  -Roberto Quintana
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Original Paintings (if available) may be purchased, 
$1,200.00 - $5,000.00
(plus shipping and handling)

Original paintings may be commissioned, starting at $2,000.00
(plus shipping and handling)

All paintings are available as giclee' prints, $800 -$2,400 
price, dependent on size.
(plus shipping and handling)
Printed on canvas with archival inks and UV clear-coat
In Limited editions of 25, 
Signed and numbered by the Artist.
(Please contact the studio for details: e-mail)

Some of my earliest memories are of the pungent smell of eucalyptus trees
in the dry river-washes of the Coachella Valley
and the loud, incessant, electric-buzzing of the locusts' humming...
thick in the hot, still, aromatic-air... the relentless heat of the afternoon sun
rising like shimmering waves off the red and ochre earth and the sage-scorched dunes.
I can remember the blanched-yellow sky of noon with the fire-ants scrambling for cover.
I remember the blazing red, magenta-orange light of the sunsets;
the purple-grey-green skies of dusk, with the coyotes calling in the dark-blue hills;
and I can recall the silver-indigo cloak of night reaching out beyond the Milky Way,
with the echo of a train's whistle floating far-off across the lonely,
timeless, dream of night.

Double Oaks L-260

Double Oaks R-260

Double Oaks L-264

Double Oaks R-264

-Horizon: Vision

Horizon: Passion

Horizon: Discretion

Horizon: Clarity

Horizon: Judgement

Horizon: Focus

Horizon: Truth

Horizon: Illusion

Horizon: Vanity

Horizon: Simplicity

Horizon: Desire

Horizon: Charity

Horizon: Hope

Horizon: Knowledge

Horizon: Saint Gabriel