Douglas has always wanted to be an artist. As a child, he took up drawing in elementary school.  It was his escape. 

He is part of a generation of misfit 1970s kids who spent their youth unsupervised, cruising around suburban neighborhoods on bikes, watching too much TV, and eating junk food. When the wave of Baby Boomer divorces crashed into us, he stumbled into Seattle's emerging punk music scene in the early 80s. Art and music were his ticket out. He did brief stints at an artist’s high school and the San Francisco Art Institute, but drugs and alcohol eclipsed everything.  He was lucky to get out alive. 

He now lives in Alameda, California, back in the suburbs he so desperately wanted to escape from. You can find him driving his kids around in a minivan, coaching Little League softball, being married, and having a career. He’s come full circle. The difference is that he’s finally the artist he wanted to be. His work tells his life story of a childhood reborn.

Douglas took up painting again during COVID and is self-taught. He likes acrylic paints, ink, and paper. His work has been displayed in group shows at Studio 23 in Alameda, the Red Door Gallery in Alameda, and the Grand Gallery in Oakland.