For there is nothing to be ashamed of in not grasping what some particular work of art is doing, or what it means, or what the artist might have been intending; and any work of art that would, finally, confuse its audience, or alienate them, or leave them adrift, and that is not, on some level, very simple in what it communicates, so that its deepest purpose can be felt by everyone, emotionally, say, or by affecting their mood (even if in other ways it remains elusive), is not in fact a work of art, but is a work that can be called unrealized or opaque or sophomoric. This is not to say that everything that is simple is a work of art, but that the sophistication of all great art diffuses itself through a simplicity that neither hides nor condescends.