Berlin is a majestic art city. Whether one prefers old masters or avant garde radicals, there’s simply too much of everything. But too much in the good sense of the term. There is always a need to return and partake of more in this ever fluctuating city. On a recent visit with a dear friend, we crammed Hans Holbein and other oldies at the Bode Museum, a Günther Brus retrospective at Martin Gropius, Lee Miller at the same space, Cindy Sherman at Olbricht, the always necessary devotional visit to the Helmut Newton Foundation, as well as plenty of minerals, fossils, taxidermies and jarred specimen at the Museum für Naturkunde. Then, there was another strange space: the Designpanoptikum on Torstrasse. This is neither museum nor gallery but a private space filled to the brim with reconstructed machinery. At first sight, it appears like a Dada nightmare, where chaotic forces have shattered the order and then put everything together again meticulously – in new places.    ...