One of the great obstacles to true aesthetic pleasure can be the label, or worse, the explanation. I'm sure we've all encountered at least one work of art that could have held its own perfectly well without any kind of commentary.
It's one of the curses of adulthood, that we feel obliged to explain our every action, and come up with answers designed to impress, rather than inform. Living in the age of the constant rehearsal, we often settle for losing the 'moment' rather than face the humiliation of failing to communicate a concept correctly.
'Get it right, first time, and leave no room for ambiguity', a rule that young children rarely have difficulty following.