A rough and racy wench
There was a fine practioner of painting in Cornwall called Frank McNichol. He has now sadly passed away but he left behind a phrase that rings still in my ears: "Craftsmanship, my boy, craftsmanship." There is no doubt that Frank was a fine craftsman, and I believe him. Did he mean the kind of craft learnt at the feet of a master, or that which one teaches oneself by studying them? Both perhaps.
My take on craft is...