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Placebo buttons are buttons that actually do nothing except give the user an illusion of control.
The advent of computer-controlled traffic signals make thewalk buttons at pedestrian crossings on heavily trafficked streets obsolete. By the late 1980s, most (but not all) walk buttons in New York City have been deactivated yet people push them anyhow, either in ignorance, out of habit, or in the off chance the buttons did work.
Many large office buildings also have dummy thermostats to give office workers the illusion of control. Some even go as far as installing white-noise generators to mimic the hum of fans after the HVAC system is shut off.
The same goes for theclose button in elevators. Most elevators built or installed since the early 1990s don’t have close buttons that work, unless you have a fireman’s key. People do push them anyhow, because the fact that the door eventually closes reinforces their belief that the button works.


Brainwave: Common sense - An installation at Exit Art, NY




BRAINWAVE: Common Senses responds to current advancements in neurological research by visualizing and investigating the brain’s capacity for sense perception, memory, emotion and logic. The artists in this exhibition redefine this research in a different way, abandoning literal representations of the brain and categorical analysis in favor of works that take, as starting points, elements from neuroscience and flipping these ideas on their heads.




These works create an alternate discourse between art and science, encouraging the viewer to consider the brain not only as the center of human activity but as a site for interpretation. This exhibition presents the brain as a site for scientific and philosophical debates, for examining our relationship to the world – and for questioning our common sense.
Inspired from Rorschach inkblots - imprint of a butterfly


A quick poem to churn out intuitive thoughts (Being therapeutic with oneself)
Can I name this poem Catharsis or “Emotional Catharsis”

Looking in a mirror, I saw myself for the first time,
Looking in the mirror, I asked myself, why is it that I always whine?
Looking in the mirror, I said, I don’t feel so good today.
Looking in the mirror, came a reply, don’t get the smile off your face this way.
Looking in the mirror, I raised my finger and felt angry. I shouted, “Don’t tell me how to think”
I tell you, “I don’t need a shrink”
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