I love art. I am a great admirer of art. I love knitting. I am a great admirer of knitting. But when it comes to knitting I am leery of anyone who labels herself an "artist." Because they make stuff like this.
Yeah, nothing say "art" like a caribou galloping out of your chest.
You can't be an artist without a big floppy beret.
Is this leather with fun fur?
Goofy poses, random bits of string and medallions also cement the "artsy" concept.
This last one, frankly, is so beyond the pale I can not quite put it into words. It is not worksafe and falls under the heading of erotic crochet. Eep.