Gavin Snider
@gavinsnider.bsky.social
Get up and draw the things you believe in.
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Two paintings from the edge of the forest, looking in and looking up. July in the Catskills.
July 15, 2025 at 3:21 PM
Two paintings from the edge of the forest, looking in and looking up. July in the Catskills.
At the edge of the woods, the gravel road is a blue dash. Sunlight catches on the tree trunks, sends purple shadows twisting on thick bark.
Paint the forest floor with palette gray, the muddy mix of leftover watercolor molded into dirt and rock and fallen leaves.
Paint the forest floor with palette gray, the muddy mix of leftover watercolor molded into dirt and rock and fallen leaves.
July 10, 2025 at 7:35 PM
At the edge of the woods, the gravel road is a blue dash. Sunlight catches on the tree trunks, sends purple shadows twisting on thick bark.
Paint the forest floor with palette gray, the muddy mix of leftover watercolor molded into dirt and rock and fallen leaves.
Paint the forest floor with palette gray, the muddy mix of leftover watercolor molded into dirt and rock and fallen leaves.
Summer at Aurora Brooklyn, and green vines climb the fence and cover the red brick walls of the outdoor patio.
On the corner of Grand & Wythe, bike tires roll over pavement, basketballs pound concrete, and people walk toward the Williamsburg waterfront and the ever growing rows of apartment towers.
On the corner of Grand & Wythe, bike tires roll over pavement, basketballs pound concrete, and people walk toward the Williamsburg waterfront and the ever growing rows of apartment towers.
July 8, 2025 at 5:47 PM
Summer at Aurora Brooklyn, and green vines climb the fence and cover the red brick walls of the outdoor patio.
On the corner of Grand & Wythe, bike tires roll over pavement, basketballs pound concrete, and people walk toward the Williamsburg waterfront and the ever growing rows of apartment towers.
On the corner of Grand & Wythe, bike tires roll over pavement, basketballs pound concrete, and people walk toward the Williamsburg waterfront and the ever growing rows of apartment towers.
Don’t you know? It can be beautiful, sometimes.
July 5, 2025 at 12:56 PM
Don’t you know? It can be beautiful, sometimes.
A series of Park Slope brownstones on Seventh Avenue, 9th Street, 2nd Street, and Carroll Street. Some of my favorite watercolor paintings are available now on my website. Link in bio.
July 2, 2025 at 2:47 PM
A series of Park Slope brownstones on Seventh Avenue, 9th Street, 2nd Street, and Carroll Street. Some of my favorite watercolor paintings are available now on my website. Link in bio.
Happy Canada Day
One Great City!
The Weakerthans · Reconstruction Site · Song · 2003
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July 1, 2025 at 6:31 PM
Happy Canada Day
July 1st in New York City and everyone's AC is being pushed to the absolute limit.
Window units cast shadows on brick walls in even intervals.
You can see them on 15th Street, a hundred sundials on a summer day.
Window units cast shadows on brick walls in even intervals.
You can see them on 15th Street, a hundred sundials on a summer day.
July 1, 2025 at 3:56 PM
July 1st in New York City and everyone's AC is being pushed to the absolute limit.
Window units cast shadows on brick walls in even intervals.
You can see them on 15th Street, a hundred sundials on a summer day.
Window units cast shadows on brick walls in even intervals.
You can see them on 15th Street, a hundred sundials on a summer day.
Friday morning at Grand Central Terminal. I’m drawing by the ticket booth. Everyone’s trying to get somewhere.
“Two one-way tickets to Poughkeepsie.”
“One ticket to Cold Spring on the Hudson Line.”
“Can you help me? I need to get to New Rochelle, but I’m not coming back ‘til Thursday.”
“Two one-way tickets to Poughkeepsie.”
“One ticket to Cold Spring on the Hudson Line.”
“Can you help me? I need to get to New Rochelle, but I’m not coming back ‘til Thursday.”
June 29, 2025 at 1:40 PM
Friday morning at Grand Central Terminal. I’m drawing by the ticket booth. Everyone’s trying to get somewhere.
“Two one-way tickets to Poughkeepsie.”
“One ticket to Cold Spring on the Hudson Line.”
“Can you help me? I need to get to New Rochelle, but I’m not coming back ‘til Thursday.”
“Two one-way tickets to Poughkeepsie.”
“One ticket to Cold Spring on the Hudson Line.”
“Can you help me? I need to get to New Rochelle, but I’m not coming back ‘til Thursday.”
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every time i go see live music i think “i love live music”
May 30, 2025 at 4:29 PM
every time i go see live music i think “i love live music”
I walked through Central Park on a warm Saturday morning, past the bubble man and the string quartet and the guy selling hats on the blanket and the girl in her quinceañera dress, hopped a fence, and sat down on a root to paint the Bow Bridge.
April 21, 2025 at 4:33 PM
I walked through Central Park on a warm Saturday morning, past the bubble man and the string quartet and the guy selling hats on the blanket and the girl in her quinceañera dress, hopped a fence, and sat down on a root to paint the Bow Bridge.
Well they closed the old Blockbuster, then they closed the liquor store inside the old Blockbuster. That's the story of my hometown.
April 18, 2025 at 7:16 PM
Well they closed the old Blockbuster, then they closed the liquor store inside the old Blockbuster. That's the story of my hometown.
Logging on to say this is the saddest (and best) song that's ever been written and more people should know it.
Eric Taylor : Peppercorn Tree
YouTube video by paganmaestro
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April 17, 2025 at 7:23 PM
Logging on to say this is the saddest (and best) song that's ever been written and more people should know it.
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rejected artwork. never forget
April 5, 2025 at 6:35 PM
rejected artwork. never forget
I walked down to Red Hook on the first warm day of spring. It seemed like the whole city had the same idea I did. Friends lingered around the green truck in front of Sunny’s Bar. I knew that if I waited long enough there would be music inside, musicians gathering for a backroom bluegrass jam.
April 2, 2025 at 1:15 PM
I walked down to Red Hook on the first warm day of spring. It seemed like the whole city had the same idea I did. Friends lingered around the green truck in front of Sunny’s Bar. I knew that if I waited long enough there would be music inside, musicians gathering for a backroom bluegrass jam.
I have a band called Sad American Night. Our new record Say Goodbye to Brooklyn came out Friday. A lot of hard work went into making these seven songs. We came out bruised and beat up but ultimately better for it. It's been a long time coming, and we're really excited to share it with the world.
Say Goodbye to Brooklyn, by Sad American Night
7 track album
sadamericannight.bandcamp.com
March 30, 2025 at 5:05 PM
I have a band called Sad American Night. Our new record Say Goodbye to Brooklyn came out Friday. A lot of hard work went into making these seven songs. We came out bruised and beat up but ultimately better for it. It's been a long time coming, and we're really excited to share it with the world.
“Not much snow on the mountain for this time of year,” a local told me on the lift. “You can already see the ground in places and it’s not even April.”
But there was still enough snow cover to paint the long shadows of aspens, and tomorrow they’re calling for 8 to 10 more inches.
But there was still enough snow cover to paint the long shadows of aspens, and tomorrow they’re calling for 8 to 10 more inches.
March 21, 2025 at 4:44 PM
“Not much snow on the mountain for this time of year,” a local told me on the lift. “You can already see the ground in places and it’s not even April.”
But there was still enough snow cover to paint the long shadows of aspens, and tomorrow they’re calling for 8 to 10 more inches.
But there was still enough snow cover to paint the long shadows of aspens, and tomorrow they’re calling for 8 to 10 more inches.
If you find yourself on Greenpoint Avenue, follow it west until the street comes to a dead end. Walk along the path past couples sitting on benches, feeding birds, chasing dogs across the green lawn. Look into the water as the ferry glides by. Maybe you can see a dolphin, or at least a jet ski.
March 14, 2025 at 4:33 PM
If you find yourself on Greenpoint Avenue, follow it west until the street comes to a dead end. Walk along the path past couples sitting on benches, feeding birds, chasing dogs across the green lawn. Look into the water as the ferry glides by. Maybe you can see a dolphin, or at least a jet ski.
It took one practice to write and four years to perfect the guitar solo. So excited to share the first single from the new Sad American Night record. Full album coming March 28.
Another Saturday Night
Sad American Night · Single · 2025 · 1 songs
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March 7, 2025 at 4:39 PM
It took one practice to write and four years to perfect the guitar solo. So excited to share the first single from the new Sad American Night record. Full album coming March 28.
Still life two ways with balsamic vinegar, salt and pepper, a wooden tray, and a wooden bowl.
March 5, 2025 at 2:29 PM
Still life two ways with balsamic vinegar, salt and pepper, a wooden tray, and a wooden bowl.
If you find yourself in central Kansas, drive south down K-2 through Harper County. Right before you get to Anthony (and after that the Oklahoma border), across the street from the abandoned drive-in theater, there’s a new billboard on the side of a round top barn, my second art project in town.
February 27, 2025 at 9:34 PM
If you find yourself in central Kansas, drive south down K-2 through Harper County. Right before you get to Anthony (and after that the Oklahoma border), across the street from the abandoned drive-in theater, there’s a new billboard on the side of a round top barn, my second art project in town.
I need more ocean music from the British Isles. Currently Oisin Leech - Cold Sea (a vision of Donegal) is inheriting the throne from King Creosote & Jon Hopkins - Diamond Mine (a vision of Fife), which I've had on repeat for the past year
February 21, 2025 at 2:37 PM
I need more ocean music from the British Isles. Currently Oisin Leech - Cold Sea (a vision of Donegal) is inheriting the throne from King Creosote & Jon Hopkins - Diamond Mine (a vision of Fife), which I've had on repeat for the past year
Bed Stuy in the sun, Bed Stuy for everyone. I used to pass this brownstone in the morning on my way to the train. I always liked the way the triangular bay window threw sharp shadows on orange brick. Across the street, dogs run and people sit and talk under the twisting trees of Saratoga Park.
February 21, 2025 at 2:20 PM
Bed Stuy in the sun, Bed Stuy for everyone. I used to pass this brownstone in the morning on my way to the train. I always liked the way the triangular bay window threw sharp shadows on orange brick. Across the street, dogs run and people sit and talk under the twisting trees of Saratoga Park.
It's raining in New York, but the parade must go on. It's Lunar New Year on the corner of Hester and Mott Street, and everything is dampened but the crowd's enthusiasm. Behind me there's a party going on, pork and wasabi dumplings filled and folded at a crowded table.
February 19, 2025 at 4:46 PM
It's raining in New York, but the parade must go on. It's Lunar New Year on the corner of Hester and Mott Street, and everything is dampened but the crowd's enthusiasm. Behind me there's a party going on, pork and wasabi dumplings filled and folded at a crowded table.
Dream collaboration with Saturday Night Live and New York or Nowhere. The collection launches today with a print featuring my painting of Studio 8H.
February 14, 2025 at 4:49 PM
Dream collaboration with Saturday Night Live and New York or Nowhere. The collection launches today with a print featuring my painting of Studio 8H.