My father-in-law points out in this modern painting to my wife, Liz, what he sees as a sheep with a long, pointy tassled nightcap on its head (circa whenever Charles Dickens wrote his stories, which I'm not going to precisely look up right this second. Let's say 1841-ish.) I have circled the alleged sheep in red. And in blue I have circled the part of the painting which I think is crap. Look, I love the DMA and many of its treasures. But the modern room there and/or at any other museum is not my cup of tea and/or Dr Pepper, since I don't like tea either.