When I was in my early 30's I lived in the Mexican War Streets. A national historic district located on Pittsburgh's North Side, it was one of the city's urban renewal areas. Each September there was a "house tour" to show off the work that had been done to restore this quarter to its former glory.
I remember one year a house that was on tour had a number of unusual freehand drawings on the walls of the dining room. This same dwelling also had a garden full of equally unusual statues. The owner of the house was on hand and very proud of her accomplishments which bordered on the crude and inappropriate. I thought that she was nuts but was assured that she was an artist. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, an artist. Well, I guess that explains everything . . .
I have since learned that there are very acceptable lables for very unacceptable behaviors and people.
Although I may not say it, please don't think that I don't know the difference. I do . . .