The Art Of Robert Snyder

My Confession

I haven’t lived any were interesting accept here in my own state of Wyoming I grew up in the country, I’ve been creating art nearly all my life since I was nearly about 6yrs old, for a lot of my teachers thought something was wrong with me just because I just wanted to create and not really do anything else, because they would send me to a lot of consoulers and discover there was nothing really wrong me, I just had a creative brain. Then later in life things started to take a bad turn, and then everything started too go down hill from there, my parents got a divorce when I was about 10yrs old, from there forward I got into a lot of trouble and most of the time, most of the trouble wasn’t my fault, I just happen to be one of those kids and people who got the blame for what ever happened, and was physically abused a lot in school by others all the way up to my high school years, “the inglorious years”, it was till after my freshmen year I started to become fed up with being picked on, basically fed up with all the abuse, for I started to fight back and I don’t mean just talking back, I mean literally started fighting back physically. Along all this I was already doing a lot of drugs and alcohol, heavy amounts of it, I was addict for 8yrs straight, and I wasn’t not doing it to just have a good time; I was doing it to release the pain from feeling human, I wanted out of my existence, then not too long after that I was forced out of high school, which was fine for me I thought, I didn’t want to be there any way; they were just doing me favor, but as it turns out things just so much more worse.

Descending into the next level of darkness and madness…

I started to fall even more further into depression, the alcoholism and drug taking became more uncontrollable, I was doing it more than any human should, nearly everyday, as far as I can remember I was at least sober for one day out of one week, but most of the time I was drugged or drunk or sometimes both. That’s when my life extremely started altering through the madness. When hell arrived at my door, I heavily became suicidal I overdosed about five times, but always kept finding myself coming back to life, I also remember standing in middle of the road calling on a; on coming semi truck to hit me and put me out my misery, the truck driver stopped in the nick of time and got out of his vehicle and told me what the hell are you doing! Get the hell off the road! And I told him why did you stop, for he didn’t reply, he just stood in silence looking puzzled from what I had just said, so I staggered off into a near by field to pass out somewhere. Soon after this hell event, I was at this house party and it was the last party I ever attended, in some ironic sense it was my going away party. After a few short hours of nonsense’s downing a half bottle of pain killers snorted some coke and figured what the hell might as well drop some acid too, and wash it all down with some vodka and various shots of whisky, I was now set, my flesh and soul were all set and ready to go down; down and further down…

After all the extremities I did, wanting to end my life, ending this ideal path of my self-destruction wanting too find a way out of reality completely, and not wanting to return, not knowing my talents of being an artist was the true key to the gates for when reality became too phony and sometimes harsh. That was when I finally discovered after my resurrection after my own death from the massive overdose from the very night. My soul felt torn, I felt I had very little existence with my self physically and mentally. Soon after my return to this world, “after a small recovery”, I felt slightly edged, knowing what I know now, seeing what I’ve seen, seeing things of which we thought was a false fantasy; fog on a mirror something we think we can easily wipe away…, but I was finally given a chance to leave my existence in order to experience my own true insanity, something I strived and begged for so long …, I was given and finally shown my own true hell presented with a full force experience, but they didn’t want me, “hell didn’t want me”. They said, “He doesn’t belong to us…” “Send him back” “he’s not ours to keep” then I was returned here, back into this world, like a newborn child; kicking and screaming.

The aftermath

Then from that day forward my reality was altered, shattered, literally destroyed, along with all the withdraws I had to go through in order to become human again was intensely insane, for I don’t know how I gotten through it all by quitting cold turkey with no outside help, accept my own. So most of the artworks I present are representations of where I’ve been and experienced first hand, for I can truly say I did walk in hell…

Reanimations, countdown of returning flesh, a side note:

Horror movies, comics, graphic novels, art books, art history, a good horror novel or books other artist’s work past or present, deceased or living, yes… play a big part in my art work as well, for I consider those pieces are me acting out on my fun side, nothing personal attached to those pieces, just good old splattering fun. And yes some works I create are meant to shock and offend you, arousing in some way, going beyond just a nightmare, I literally want to alternate you and destroy your reality… tearing you away from your flesh… breaking down boundaries and barriers from what we thought we knew, for we are all curious of what views back below the abyss…

For the curious wonder

I don’t have a studio I work straight out of my apartment, “my torturer chamber” a small-concealed portion of hell world.

Torturer tools and mediums

I like to use every one, for I like to draw with charcoals, pens, Indiana ink, sharpie markers, paint with acrylics, oils, shoot photos with digital, and with film, black and white, I sculpt if I can find the time, and paint and draw using Photoshop, also for the heck of it I’ll mix mediums. Overall of what I think about mediums, everything is a canvas, if you can make it work, it’s a good tool to use, let your imagination run wild.

Fun morbid facts:

I have been sober for 11yrs now and counting, I always dreamed of becoming an mortician ever since I was kid, but never happened, I just admire their work, but in some ways I do work like a mortician, for you should see how I lay out my drawing and painting tools and mostly my sculpting tools. I also wanted to be a tattoo artist, again never happened, because several tattoo artist’s I tried approaching didn’t want to show me or didn’t want to take the time, for they seen as a huge threat to their business because what I can do as artist, and I remember one time I was thrown out of a local tattoo shop and was told never to come back and never too show my face or my artwork in their tattoo shop again, but despite all that, I still love a good tattoo artist work and admire what they do as artist. And my hidden talent I’m also a musician, I play assortments of instruments, and I also love to write short stories, poems, and literature, quotations etc. mainly based on horror, surrealism, with a little bit of comedy sometimes evolved in them, overall you get the idea I love being creative.

End credits

I would like to thank everyone for hearing my confession and reading my confession it wasn’t easy to think back about, also I would like to thank my mom for raising a wonderful weird loving man and for providing me with food and shelter when I was kid, and with endless amounts of horror movies and comics, and dad your always in my thoughts and deeply remain in my heart your missed and not forgotten R.I.P. “POP” thank you for giving me life, all my best friends, friends, art colleagues, art friends, art instructors, instructors, mentors, Lauren Curtis and Janelle Mckain my cyber art buddies for putting up with my weirdness and for your encouragement!!! And I speak for everyone else I met through the wonderful world of the internet thanks for all your support and encouragement, for I reflect it all back on to you, for you all know who you are, and please don’t be offended!!! Due to space limitations the list would be to huge, but out of respect and special permission, if you can give me or allow me I will post or trade links of your web site or blogs or other on to this blog of mine, again thanks everyone! Your friendships and company is greatly appreciated by me, and, thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedules to read everything I wrote, and for viewing my artwork, for you artist’s are a major inspiration to me in so many ways, for you all give me a great reason to keep creating. CHEERS! Everyone! “I’m drinking water by the way”.

Robert Snyder.