A naive beginning…

So. This is basically my first post… at nearly 43 years old. I never got into the blog world. Social anxieties, awkwardness, you name it. Things a lot of artists seem to be plagued with. It makes me wonder how much unique and beautiful work is out there, unshared. I am calling myself naïve in the ‘unsophisticated’ sense. I may have had an abundance of formal education, but it neither informed me about the social world nor taught me much more than the most rudimentary skills in art. It is really only since graduating from graduate school and failing at a career that I really began to work on my art (and myself, though I would argue this has only really been the last few years of my life). I have struggled to define my art - which is something they Did teach me in school - that I am supposed to label it and be able to stick it in one box. I really don’t like that. My whole being tends to rebel at the thought of such confinement of labels. For a long time I went with ‘expressionistic’. It sounds good. I’m just expressing myself. But if you look at the formal definition, this isn’t quite right.