When one artist isolated himself in his dark London studio for a few days, he tuned out modernity’s noise and learned what the brain can do when it isn’t bombarded with alerts and messages and screens all the time.
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When one artist isolated himself in his dark London studio for a few days, he tuned out modernity’s noise and learned what the brain can do when it isn’t bombarded with alerts and messages and screens all the time.