Carlsbad Art and Culture

#7: Taking it to the Streets

The walls of my studio were always scattered with paintings, but I never considered it a gallery. It was always a working studio where the art was the creative process, not the finished product. I considered the paintings more of trophies which represented a successful completion of a set of steps.

On sunny days I would take my process, my art, along with a display of paintings, to the street where I encouraged the public to explore my technique. Pedestrians would frequent my display during village walks and passing cars would tap the breaks followed by a hoot and honk. Locals would keep updated on my progress and village visitors would watch stunned, confused and entertained.

These are the days I remember most vividly. The hot sun pelting the back of my neck as sweat dripped from my nose and paint dripped from my brush. The dust of a truck would tumble into my ankles and the ocean offshores would test the weight of a drying stencil. The conditions were never ideal, but these were the conditions I battled often to showcase my art, my technique and my labors of love.

Thank you all for the conversations that took place outside my studio, the honks as you drove by and the many smiles from afar.

– Bryan Snyder