Respectfully, I disagree.
If there were no wrong answers, that would mean that everything would be right. Every last scrap of human action or labor, regardless of how inane, immature, selfish, or mediocre would deserve the title of “art” because there are no wrong answers. Pardon me if I sound harsh, but I think that anyone who has seen a terrible movie or read the work of a lazy writer knows that when it comes to art, you can definitely get it wrong.
To me, it’s the exact opposite. I like art because there are no right answers.
WAIT A MINUTE!! By the same logic, wouldn’t that mean that everybody is wrong?
You could say that.
Or you could say that we’re all still working on it.
We’re still honing our craft.
We haven’t arrived yet.
The journey isn’t over.
We’re not wrong, we’re just a work in progress.