Random scribbles that barely rival the masterpiece your niece gave you to hang on your fridge? Maybe. Maybe not. The point is that this random scribble is hanging in the Philadelphia Museum of Art. While I do not aspire to ever hang anything I create in a museum of any kind...modern art inspires me in its anarchy. Its appreciation of the mundane. Its ability to see sublime beauty and extract profound meaning where others only see scribbles. Gorgeous.