While in Philadelphia last March I had only a couple of hours to spend at the Mutter Museum. Perhaps one of the scariest museums I’ve ever been in. Each turn is filled with medical abnomalies, jars filled with grotesque oddities, deformaties, dusty, sepia-toned formaldehyde jars from two centuries ago with sliced faces, dangling eyeballs and double bodied heads. How does a jar filled with formaldehyde with the label “Moist gangrene of the hand sound to you? The museum is an artist’s paradise.