Lol I remember in kindergarten we had stations, y'know the macaroni pasting station, mega blocks station, etc. Well one was the tempera painting station. I tried to paint a green dinosaur but f'ed it up badly. Since my dinosaur looked like a melting pickle with legs, I decided to dip the brush in different colors and splash the paper like crazy. When the teacher came to my station and asked me what the hell this was, I replied with a smug "modern art of course". She was bedazzled and called the principal and my mom to tell them how gifted I was. I had no clue of what I was doing and there was no true meaning, except frustration for my botched tyrannosaurus, to this chaotic mess I was making. To be fair, I had probably seen something about modern art on tv or maybe my dad mentioned it during the weekend.
Anyhow, sad that this kid's first thoughts are of money, destruction and, its synonym, the military.