Today at Berlinische Galerie I thought a lot about the illusion of art and how it can grab you and take you into a mental space that had been previously unexplored. In my project I’m talking a lot about the illusion of art being the truth of the artwork while the ideology behind it acts as a catalyst for the cognition of the illusion.

When walking through this gallery there were definitely works which called to us each individually; we were running around the gallery with the hour we had left pulling each other into different rooms and pointing out works hoping that the magic would work on each other like they worked on us individually.

The curation of the gallery led to a forced introspection and a mental quietness which allowed for each artwork to speak loudly on it’s own. A lot of works were left to hang on the walls by themselves as if the curator knew that some of these paintings and photographs had auras which would overpower the charm of other works.

Overall: moving, beautiful, 10/10 experience.