I paint the fog - I think of its fresh moistness - its stillness - its mystery.

- Douglas Lockwood

I paint the ocean - I think of its vastness - its power - its wetness.

- Douglas Lockwood

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

I paint a mountain - I think of its age - the strata formations or what grows on the mountain.

- Douglas Lockwood

I am the thing that I am painting at the time of painting.

- Douglas Lockwood