Bill Henson's work definitely faced the extremities, evoking a strong emotional response either way - you love him or hate him, nothing inbetween.
I saw the exhibition twice, first with a friend, then with school. At first viewing, I honestly hated it, couldn't wait to get out. It was oppressive, overwhelming, confrontational, dark, verging on pornography etc. - Henson was merely a dirty old man with a skilful eye and great technique, which he utilised. Second viewing, with art teacher/after floor talk I was fairly taken back by the naivety of my initial reaction. It was meaningful, and once you understand the lighting, exhibition set-up, you can immediately realise the highly planned/constructed nature of his exhibition.