Tara Bryan 1953-2020

February 2022

Tara Bryan was a prominent, popular, and prolific visual artist and book designer whose death in September 2020 was a true loss for the arts community here and beyond. Today and for the next few posts we’ll celebrate some of her wonderful artworks and share some of her story.

Tara Tidwell Bryan was born in Cuero, Texas on October 14, 1953. An award winning book artist, painter and teacher, she influenced many in the book arts community in Newfoundland and across North America. She collaborated with artists and writers in the province and across North America including Diana Dabinett, Luben Boykov, Eleana Popova, Kevin Major, Anne Meredith Barry, and many others. Tara’s volunteer and community work included being on the boards of Eastern Edge Gallery, VANL-CARFAC, and the Arts and Letters Committee. She generously shared her knowledge and her incomparable skills in book design and painting and was a mentor to many through her teaching and workshops. Her paintings have been included in numerous exhibitions across Canada, the USA and abroad and the Christina Parker Gallery has exhibited her work since 1989 in many solo, two person and group exhibitions with the gallery.
Her honours include being elected into the Royal Canadian Academy of the Arts for Book Design (2012) and the Long Haul Award (VANL) 2010. One of her iconic paintings, Aftermath (Cracking up), was selected as the image for permanent placement on the exterior facade of the St John’s Convention Centre, and in 2018 The Alcuin Society honoured Tara Bryan with an award for book design for Facades for Mark Rothko, text by Crispin Elsted.

From https://tarabryan.com, reporting Bryan being award VANL’s 2021 Endurance Award.

Images: From Collenette’s (oil on linen, 2013, 24 x 60), Leaving Ilulisset (oil on line, 36 x 48, 2017), courtesy Christina Parker Gallery.

NORTHERN DETACHMENT

BY Clancy Margaret

The wind was still, but the cold was biting all the same. Stepping outside made her sinuses burn and her eyes water. She brushed the snow off the seat of her snowmobile—a mid-nineties Ski-Doo, always giving her trouble. She surveyed the town as she waited for the engine to warm up. It’s squat vinyl sided homes glowed amidst the dim winter daytime. Snowmobile tracks crisscrossed on the road but not a person was in sight. She checked her handheld GPS. The coordinates lined up with somewhere northwest, about a forty-five minute ride under the blanket of dark. There were no stars today. It was always cloudy.

Sunny Portugal

BY Joan Sullivan

In the spirt of the New Year, and accordance with our spring issue theme, NQ resolves to temporarily relocate to Lisbon, Portugal, for research, interviews, and atmosphere in exploring the…