Gavin Snider
@gavinsnider.bsky.social
Get up and draw the things you believe in.
gavinsnider.com
gavinsnider.com
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.
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.”
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.
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.
“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.
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.
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.
Greenpoint in the snow, Greenpoint in indigo.
February 12, 2025 at 4:56 PM
Greenpoint in the snow, Greenpoint in indigo.
I painted a row of brownstones on Carroll Street. I pass by them often on my way to Prospect Park.
I felt the scene vibrating with energy, branches twisting, someone walking their dog with a red grocery bag, a few new leaves on the trees.
I felt the scene vibrating with energy, branches twisting, someone walking their dog with a red grocery bag, a few new leaves on the trees.
January 28, 2025 at 6:14 PM
I painted a row of brownstones on Carroll Street. I pass by them often on my way to Prospect Park.
I felt the scene vibrating with energy, branches twisting, someone walking their dog with a red grocery bag, a few new leaves on the trees.
I felt the scene vibrating with energy, branches twisting, someone walking their dog with a red grocery bag, a few new leaves on the trees.
An all-time great game by two all-time great quarterbacks.
January 27, 2025 at 4:24 AM
An all-time great game by two all-time great quarterbacks.
Patrick, Josh, Jalen, and Jayden.
As a lifelong Kansas City Chiefs fan, I'm emotionally invested in the Conference Championships today, but whatever happens, I feel lucky to get to watch some of the best quarterbacks to ever play the game, and sad that there are only three games left in the season.
As a lifelong Kansas City Chiefs fan, I'm emotionally invested in the Conference Championships today, but whatever happens, I feel lucky to get to watch some of the best quarterbacks to ever play the game, and sad that there are only three games left in the season.
January 26, 2025 at 9:00 PM
Patrick, Josh, Jalen, and Jayden.
As a lifelong Kansas City Chiefs fan, I'm emotionally invested in the Conference Championships today, but whatever happens, I feel lucky to get to watch some of the best quarterbacks to ever play the game, and sad that there are only three games left in the season.
As a lifelong Kansas City Chiefs fan, I'm emotionally invested in the Conference Championships today, but whatever happens, I feel lucky to get to watch some of the best quarterbacks to ever play the game, and sad that there are only three games left in the season.
Still Life from the Hot House.
January 26, 2025 at 3:26 PM
Still Life from the Hot House.
I woke up before sunrise. We’d watched snowflakes falling from the back window the night before, so I knew I had work to do.
I always try to paint the first snow of the year in Brooklyn, like my college roommate would always cook chili on the first snow day in Kansas.
I always try to paint the first snow of the year in Brooklyn, like my college roommate would always cook chili on the first snow day in Kansas.
January 21, 2025 at 5:46 PM
I woke up before sunrise. We’d watched snowflakes falling from the back window the night before, so I knew I had work to do.
I always try to paint the first snow of the year in Brooklyn, like my college roommate would always cook chili on the first snow day in Kansas.
I always try to paint the first snow of the year in Brooklyn, like my college roommate would always cook chili on the first snow day in Kansas.
Brooklyn in the rain, on a day a lot like this one, a little later in the year.
January 19, 2025 at 7:33 PM
Brooklyn in the rain, on a day a lot like this one, a little later in the year.
Portait of Lydia and Benji
January 15, 2025 at 6:15 PM
Portait of Lydia and Benji