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2013 Orla Breslin

Orla Breslin
Ireland




A Light Exists In Spring 

A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely here

A color stands abroad
On solitary hills
That science cannot overtake,
But human naturefeels.

It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.

Then, as horizons step,
Or noons report away,
Without the formula of sound,
It passes, and we stay:

A quality of loss
Affecting our content,
As trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a sacrament.

                             by Emily Dickinson













2012 Orla Breslin

Orla Breslin

Kerry, Ireland



Expressions of art and music through freeform crochet.
The influence of music on art.
Swirling, swaying, exaggerated brushstrokes.
The influence of Abstract Expressionism on freeform crochet.









2011 Orla Breslin


Orla Breslin (Stitchlily)

Kerry, Ireland

When the theme Folklore was chosen, I decided to try to merge some of my favourite things; Irish Crochet, Irish Folklore, Celtic Illumination, and big dogs. I grew up on Irish stories, and lately I am enjoying them again, reading them to my son. We’ve been reading a lot that involved hounds, e.g. Cú Chúlainn and Bran, the hound of Finn. As a teenager I loved calligraphy, and in particular Celtic illumination and zoomorphism, such as the hounds/wolves used in the Book of Kells, and the art of George Bain. I spent many hours drawing Celtic designs. This piece, crocheted with a fine wool yarn, is an experiment to combine all things Irish; our stories, our art, and of course our lace.









2010 Orla Breslin

Orla Breslin

County Kerry, Ireland




SOS, the standard distress signal: evokes fear and hope. Fear: the situation that warranted an SOS, and Hope, of salvation. To be saved.


This piece was a direct response to the feeling of human distress, in environmental catastrophes. And also of feelings of environmental distress, of the damage we are doing to nature, from man-made catastrophes. What evolved from the stitching together of these three simple letters was the feeling of individual distress, whether emotional, physical or economic. How through history, women and men, created beautiful work, simply because they feared death, from poverty and starvation. In each individual motif, each stitch is hope, that they can feed their families, buy medicine, live their lives.

This one small piece of lace managed to create so much thoughts of personal and global distress, I felt like shouting SOS! I need to shout it; the world needs us to shout it. And in the final few stitches, came hope. After a disaster, there is hope.
There is fear and then there is hope.