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Painting and Studio Art
Acting And Theater
Bass
Interior Design
Fashion
Makeup and Beauty
Movies And Film
Reading
Classics
I read books daily
Erin Galimanis
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Erin Galimanis
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Hello! I'm Erin, a teenager currently living in Littleton, Colorado. My goal in life is to be successful working in the arts and design. I've interned at the Museum of Contemporary Art Denver for two years, and I've been a part of my schools theater program since freshman year. I love to create art- specifically drawing, painting and mixed media, and I want to explore other mediums. I'm interested in the fields of graphic design, industrial design, art director, and museum curator. I also hope to get my MFA in a concentrated subject.
Education
Columbine High School
High SchoolMiscellaneous
Desired degree level:
Bachelor's degree program
Majors of interest:
- Fine and Studio Arts
- Communication, General
- Design and Applied Arts
Career
Dream career field:
Design
Dream career goals:
Host
Angelos Taverna2023 – Present1 yearCashier
Micheal's Arts and Crafts2022 – 20231 year
Arts
Museum of Contemporary Art Denver
Visual Arts2022 – 2024CHS Rebels with Applause
TheatreChicago, 21 Chump Street, Badger, Beauty and the Beast, Clue, Twelth Night2020 – Present
Public services
Volunteering
Columbine Highschool Day of Service — Volunteer2023 – 2023
Future Interests
Volunteering
Entrepreneurship
Lewis Hollins Memorial Art Scholarship
I quit art 6 years ago when I angrily launched my sketchbook across my childhood bedroom out of disgust at my drawings. My throat constricting and voice wobbly, I told my sketchbook that I hated it. I screamed at it until my voice was raspy and my throat was burning. I loathed my drawings and the way they disappointed me every time I finished a page. I reluctantly declared that I was no longer an artist. I was done with art and I was never gonna go back to it. Until I did.
Pierre-auguste Renoir, a French artist who led the impressionist movement during the 19th century spent the last 20 years of his life physically struggling with pain due to arthritis. His condition was so severe he needed an assistant to place a brush in his hand and to hold his paint pallet. But he had a desire to create, and his desire was stronger than the pain his ailment threw at him. This desire is something that many if not all artists experience, and that does not exclude myself. Art is creation, and creation is something that I’ve always needed to do. After I had “quit”, I would feel anxious whenever I saw someone else creating, and I felt a tinge of guilt that I had discarded something that I so dearly loved. The truth is I hadn’t felt like an artist, I felt like a phony. Real art was deep and profound and unprecedented. Mine wasn’t any of those things.
Having these elaborate art-critical thoughts of what makes art “real” at age twelve wasn't a reflection of some advanced gifted brain, it was caused by the vicious concoction that is puberty, anxiety and social media. These are the three biggest hinderances I have faced while making art. While I've obviously outgrown the puberty aspect and I no longer post my art on social media, I still struggle with anxiety. I now know that I have generalized anxiety, which is something that affects all parts of my life, including my art. I often get worried while creating art, terrified that it's not going to come out the way I have envisioned.
An artist's desire to make art is integral to their character, whether younger me wanted to admit it or not. Which is why eventually, I had picked up a pencil again. Now I realize that I didn’t quit, I stopped. It has been a struggle to overcome my fears of art. I relearned how to enjoy art over the past four years, building my skills and portfolio. Creating art is so important to me because it gave be the best life lesson: how to face my fears. It taught me that the desire to create art is more important than the final product, that as long as it's meaningful it's truly worthy.
I hope to pursue a career in the arts, whether it be something independent, like freelance work or something more corporate, like industrial design. But what matters most to me is that in one way or another, my art makes some sort of an impact. I'd love if someone out there that is feeling the ways that I felt when I wanted stopped making art to be able to see something I've created and change their mind. I don't want someone to feel as hopeless and unhappy as I did six years ago.
Polly Addison Art Scholarship
I quit art 6 years ago when I angrily launched my sketchbook across my childhood bedroom out of disgust at my drawings. My throat constricting and voice wobbly, I told my sketchbook that I hated it. I screamed at it until my voice was raspy and my throat was burning. I loathed my drawings and the way they disappointed me every time I finished a page. I reluctantly declared that I was no longer an artist. I was done with art and I was never gonna go back to it. Until I did.
Pierre-auguste Renoir, a French artist who led the impressionist movement during the 19th century spent the last 20 years of his life physically struggling with pain due to arthritis. His condition was so severe he needed an assistant to place a brush in his hand and to hold his paint pallet. But he had a desire to create, and his desire was stronger than the pain his ailment threw at him. This desire is something that many if not all artists experience, and that does not exclude myself. Art is creation, and creation is something that I’ve always needed to do. After I had “quit”, I would feel anxious whenever I saw someone else creating, and I felt a tinge of guilt that I had discarded something that I so dearly loved. The truth is I hadn’t felt like an artist, I felt like a phony. Real art was deep and profound and unprecedented. Mine wasn’t any of those things.
Having these elaborate art-critical thoughts of what makes art “real” at age twelve wasn't a reflection of some advanced gifted brain, it was caused by the vicious concoction that is puberty, anxiety and social media. These are the three biggest hinderances I have faced while making art. While I've obviously outgrown the puberty aspect and I no longer post my art on social media, I still struggle with anxiety. I now know that I have generalized anxiety, which is something that affects all parts of my life, including my art. I often get worried while creating art, terrified that it's not going to come out the way I have envisioned.
An artist's desire to make art is integral to their character, whether younger me wanted to admit it or not. Which is why eventually, I had picked up a pencil again. Now I realize that I didn’t quit, I stopped. It has been a struggle to overcome my fears of art. I relearned how to enjoy art over the past four years, building my skills and portfolio. Creating art is so important to me because it gave be the best life lesson: how to face my fears. It taught me that the desire to create art is more important than the final product, that as long as it's meaningful it's truly worthy.
I hope to pursue a career in the arts, whether it be something independent, like freelance work or something more corporate, like industrial design. But what matters most to me is that in one way or another, my art makes some sort of an impact. I'd love if someone out there that is feeling the ways that I felt when I wanted stopped making art to be able to see something I've created and change their mind. I don't want someone to feel as hopeless and unhappy as I did six years ago.