It's a nice enough painting. She looks quite a bit like my niece, I've just noticed. 
The thing about art is, I think, that people go along with what they are told is good, great art, a 'classic', and out of fear of being called a philistine, they enthuse about how great it is and what the artist was trying to say and the meaning of it all.
When sometimes, it's just a pile of crap and often it's no better done than a hundred other paintings by people who were never given the status 'master' or similar.
I am reminded of a bunch of art critics who were going wild over this wonderful picture they were being shown (i remember watching this on tv). All of them bar one were going on about what the artist was trying to say with this piece. One said it was a pile of rubbish.
Their faces when it was revealed that the artist was in fact an elephant were amazing! They had been exposed as pretentious fools and they knew it.
I prefer to make up my own mind, based on my own eyes. I don't want to be told what is good and what is a classic, who is a master, what art I must appreciate. If it's good, I am capable of seeing that, and if it's shit, no amount of telling me that it's a wonderful interpretation of man's eternal struggle against the universe will make me change my mind 