Julian Rosefeldt’s Manifesto is no ordinary gallery experience, by any stretch. I saw it on a friend’s recommendation, on a short trip to Berlin. Berlin being, well, Berlin, the trip was a frantic whirlwind of awesome, so the gallery visit was squeezed into the final day. From the moment of entry, it became apparent that trying to rush this one was a HUGE MISTAKE. Entering through black curtains into a completely dark room, a large screen shows a … Continue reading