Imagine you are in an art studio. In that studio a model is posing nude for a life drawing class. There are perhaps twenty or so pupils drawing the model from various angles in the particular pose the model has chosen. Each artist is a finely tuned singular instrument of perception, having lived a particular life, with particular events and having been brought up in a social environment unique to them. Each artist has their own unique tastes and forms of expression. Each produces their own image of that moment in space/time.
If the artists get up and wander around the room they can see the various views and interpretations of the model. The work will say as much or more about the observer as it does about the observed. There is no right or correct way to observe. The ways are endless. What we choose to pay attention to and express reveals us to ourselves and each other. This is the truth of beauty.