The only real "schooling" I had that was art-related was one course in freehand drawing that I had in college. I went to a teacher college, specializing in "industrial education", and my major was printing. Yes, I wanted to be a teacher of typesetting, and presswork--which I actually WAS for one year. Then, I went into the lithographic trade, and worked as a color separator for the remainder of my working life.
I received an "A" in the course.
Years later my dad retired from the printing trade, and, since he was always what I would call a really good "cartoonist", he bought some painting equipment related to Bill Alexander (who was the precursor to Bob Ross), and tried his hand at oil painting. He never got it off the ground, and never completed one painting. Shortly after, he went legally blind, and could not see well enough paint
At times, he begged me to take his equipment because he said, "You could really do something with it." But, in those days I was busy with my work, and felt that I couldn't devote any time to it. I also was not very interested in it, actually.
While my dad was taking one of his last breaths just before he died, he asked my mom to be sure that I got his painting equipment. My dad did not know it, but Mom had already given it to a neighbor of theirs who was a painter. She went to the neighbor, and though she was embarrassed, asked if she could have the equipment back, because my dad was so insistent that I be the one to receive his art supplies. Of course the neighbor agreed, and so Mom gave me the art equipment. I was still not interested, and stored most of it in a corner of a closet
Then, at the lithographer for whom I worked, we began doing color separations for a noted wildlife artist, Gary Swanson, and while he was in our plant for press checks, set up a temporary studio in our conference room. I became interested in what he was painting, and asked him if he could give me a few tips, which he graciously did. THAT inspired me to begin painting, and I was about 49, or 50 at that time. I hauled out all my dad's equipment, and began painting!
I've been painting ever since, and I've not thrown even one painting away. I've never allowed myself the "luxury" of pitching my work, even though I believed it to "not be working out". THAT was the best discipline I could have imposed upon myself, because I am, by nature, a "quitter", and if I had begun to discard paintings merely because they did not happen to be meeting my "standards", I would have never completed one painting. I believe my dad had that same problem, and I did not want to fall into such a terrible habit.
There is not a painting that I sell, nor an award that I have received that I have not thanked my dad for having given me his materials, and equipment.
Oh I've most certainly gained valuable knowledge from the internet, but that was not available when I first began painting. I gained much knowledge from Rob Howard of the Cennini Forum, and numerous members of that art site, when it was still functioning, and Rob was still alive.
And, I took one brief class in "Portrait Drawing", which really didn't help me very much. I suck at "drawing" portraits. I can only paint portraits, and I've developed a sure-fire method for doing so.
Such is my "art schooling". Basically, non-existent!