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There is something extraordinary in how Brendan Dawes speaks about space and time through his art. Sometimes it’s a memory, sometimes the ballet, or an animal, or nature, or geometry, or monochromatic, or studies of shapes, or possibilities of combinations. Always manifesting through beauty and balance. 

Brendan Dawes’s body of works appears to be even stronger in a space like that of crypto art, where the inexistence of time and space is one of the cornerstones of the movement itself. 

There is always a feeling of suspension in Brendan’s works, temporary existence, and ephemeral. His work truly speaks the language of eternity.

“Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard

Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;

Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d,

Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:

Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave

Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;

Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,

Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve;

She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,

For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!”

Ode on a Grecian Urn, John Keats

For this occasion, $Whale showcases its incredible collection of 39 works which represents an important cross-section of Brendan Dawes’s production.

Eleonora Brizi