My working theory is The Public Toilet Principle.
When a work is made, the creator (metaphorically) leaves a trace of themselves behind…
Some creators are like unicorns, and just the loveliness of their presence elevates what could be a mediocre work into a thing of joy and beauty smelling of delicate flowers.
Others are like someone who’s had a night on the turps followed by an extra-large egg vindaloo and no matter how great the work is, it’s gonna leave a foul stench. Still others are… well, you get the idea anyway. Your example would be like a prisoner on dirty strike.
Age makes the stink lessen, but it’ll always be there. And the lighted match of criticism will also help, along with the Febreze of historical context.
But at the end of the day, it’s down to the individual whether or not it’s worth holding your nose or just leaving it and using the next cubicle along.