I paint a tree - I think of how the roots go deep, deep into the earth. How the tree grows year by year toward the sky. How it stands with the winds. — Douglas Lockwood Copy Share Image
I paint the fog - I think of its fresh moistness - its stillness - its mystery. — Douglas Lockwood Copy Share Image
I paint the ocean - I think of its vastness - its power - its wetness. — Douglas Lockwood Copy Share Image
I paint a tree - I think of how the roots go deep, deep into the earth. How the tree grows year by year… — Douglas Lockwood Copy Share Image
I paint a mountain - I think of its age - the strata formations or what grows on the mountain. — Douglas Lockwood Copy Share Image
