The monsters of our childhood do not fade away, neither are they ever wholly monstrous. But neither, in my experience, do we ever reach a plane of detachment regarding our parents, however wise and old we may become. To pretend otherwise is to cheat.
The people who live in a golden age usually go around complaining how yellow everything looks.
So, in other words, how you respond to a sculpture, how a viewer sees the sculpture, is vital.