American artist Rob Snyder commands forty-five years of mastery in glass artistry from his studio on Vashon Island, Washington. Renowned for his expertise in kiln cast glass, his work has earned national acclaim, featured in solo exhibitions, museums, and esteemed collections.
Rob and his wife, psychotherapist and healer Antonia Greene, make their home on Vashon Island. Their rural property, scattered with tall cedars, gardens, and outbuildings, creates the crucible for his creative work. As Rob states, “If you’re going to make art about nature, you best live immersed in it.” Rob is a father, stepfather, grandfather, gardener, carpenter, and beauty maker.
Artist Statement
The primary goal of my artwork is to draw attention to the delicate equilibrium that exists between humanity and the environment. Through the intricate craftsmanship of glass sculpting, I aim to showcase the inherent beauty of nature and its fragility. Each glass component is meticulously crafted to capture the precise details and vibrant colors reminiscent of those found in the natural world. However, these sculptures hold a deeper significance beyond their aesthetic appeal. They stand as symbols of hope and despair, reminding us of the invaluable gifts that we must cherish and safeguard. When we contemplate these captivating glass sculptures, let us be reminded of the awe-inspiring wonders of nature and our collective responsibility to ensure their preservation for future generations.
Approach
Artmaking, for me, is an intimate dance with life itself—a journey marked by surrender and discovery. My process eschews rigid frameworks in favor of fluidity and spontaneity. Rooted in a serene yet playful mindset, I seek to embody the notion of making myself the hollow reed, inspired by the work of Rumi—an instrument through which the beauty of existence flows with purpose and intention.
This approach finds fertile ground amidst the serene landscape of Vashon Island. Amidst its woods, gardens, streams, and seas, I find solace and inspiration—the gentle rhythm of life revealing its mysteries in quiet moments of reflection
"Listen to the story told by the reed, of being separated. Since I was cut from the reedbed, I have made this crying sound. Anyone apart from someone he loves understands what I say. Anyone pulled from a source longs to go back.
At any gathering I am there, mingling in the laughing and grieving, a friend to each, but few will hear the secrets hidden within the notes. No ears for that. Body flowing out of spirit, spirit up from body: no concealing that mixing. But it's not given us to see the soul. The reed flute is fire, not wind. Be that empty."
- Rumi