I am rebellious in, with, and against the museum world. Sometimes this manifests when I stand too close to the art, and other times it is evident when I am taking a larger group of children into the museum than I should. I tell children that their lives are worth more than the art. I belittle the rules of the museum: “we have to do this but it sucks, right?” I have a political objective aligned with principles of Black feminist thought, which is to say I encourage my students to use visual and expressive culture as a mode through which to envision a new world free from racism, sexism, queerphobia, and all other antagonistic systems. The students I teach in the museum are not expected to consider Monet’s lilies or ancient Greek sculpture beautiful. If all we discuss while looking at a Jackson Pollock drip painting is what shapes, colors, and feelings we see, I am more than satisfied.