or “Nebel Leben,” her first retrospective outside Japan, Fujiko Nakaya transformed Haus der Kunst’s colossal east-wing exhibition hall into a misty pond-space with a semi-levitating floor. Every half hour, a fog bloomed. Thick and surprisingly opaque, it hovered, migrated, and wrapped visitors into a puffy togetherness while offering each body a personal cocoon. There was a hushed giddiness as we took in the fugitive experience. When the haze floated off,
