CHRIS!

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actor

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singer

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musician

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writer

* actor * singer * musician * writer

HI. IM CHRIS.

A young woman with long brown hair and light skin, resting her face on her hand and smiling slightly, sitting at a table in a cafe with glass windows. Outside street scene with parked cars, people, festive string lights, and a traffic light visible.
Illustration of a kneeling figure with a moon face, a yellow body, holding and eating a slice of pizza, with bleeding and tears.
A hand with a strawberry shaped like a heart, decorated with cream and a beaded bracelet on the wrist.
A person applying makeup in front of a mirror, with one eye closed and lipstick being applied.
A pink hibiscus flower with five petals, dark red center, and yellowish stamen, with some water droplets on the petals.
A young woman with shoulder-length brown hair smiling and waving in a park during daytime, with residential buildings and leafless trees in the background.
A whimsical illustration of a woman with a large, fluffy green hat and a long patterned scarf, standing in front of a smiling moon.
A young woman with long wavy dark hair, wearing a gray sweatshirt with purple embroidered snowflakes, smiling and looking to her right inside a room with gray walls and a gray couch.
A person with butterfly wings, taking a side pose, with a black and white head covering
Starfish with red and brown coloration and spiny texture.
A vintage-style woman lying on her back with her legs raised, holding a large, edited grapefruit slice with both hands.
Collection of various colorful buttons in different shapes and sizes.

known professionally as christiana, but I give you nickname privileges.

i am proudly latina and proudly queer. 

i am a multi-hyphenate artist.

i have been exploring the mediums of acting, singing, guitar-playing and writing since i was a child. 

my world revolves around my love for art in every possible way. 

i find my work resonates deeply in the spaces that make me question what I am truly afraid of. both in myself, and in others.

i am a true extrovert, harnessing energy from collaboration and community. 

i am a soon-to-be NYU Tisch School of the Arts graduate. 

i am afraid  of my guitar. 

because I can’t lie to her. 

the music i write is quite honest.

her name is penelope btw. 

im a whole milk apologist, a sylvia plath truther, and a LORDE stan. 

I AM JUST AS FUNNY AND GOOFY AS I AM DEEP AND SOULFUL.

Well, on that note…LET’S MAKE SOME ART, SHALL WE?

yours truly,

chris

A surreal illustration of a woman's head and shoulders with exaggerated features, red spiral cheeks, red lips, gray hair, and smoking utensils attached to her face, against a transparent background.
Two squirrels holding and eating noodles from a black bowl.
Two women with short dark and red hair wearing colorful dresses, leaning close together, holding a bouquet of flowers, and touching toes.
Illustration of a cluster of blueberries with green leaves.

Headshots

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RESUME

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A woman with dark brown, shoulder-length hair sitting against a dark background, wearing a white t-shirt and red overalls, smiling and looking up.
A young woman with dark hair, wearing a white t-shirt and red overalls, is kneeling with her arms crossed, looking upward against a dark blue background.

media

The stage scene from a theatrical play featuring a young girl in a blue skirt, white blouse, and vest standing barefoot in the foreground, with several other performers in period costume behind her, set against a backdrop suggesting a historical setting.

Fayette, Waiting For Lefty

Vocal reel

"“Dead BOY" one act festival

Monolouge from how i learned to drive

original song called

“chore”

A young woman with short dark hair, wearing a gray shirt and a brown cardigan, playing a black acoustic guitar on stage with a serious expression. Behind her, two other performers are visible: one in the background with a microphone, and another with hands clasped, appearing to sing or pray, all against a dark stage background.

Messenger, Antigone

Young woman with medals on her jacket, standing and smiling, others in the background.

Major general, the trial of ubu

Three young actors performing on stage, with the girl in the foreground wearing a black apron and smiling, while two boys behind her appear surprised or distressed.

penelope pennywise, urinetown

Light blue textured surface.

THE “multi”

IN MULTI-Hyphenate….

BELOW you’ll find other artistic mediums i engage with including my work producing shows with fine line theater company. this company was formed as part of the third year atlantic acting school program at new york university. i proudly serve as the c0-artistic director (and more when asked…lol).

also writing samples and more :)

THE SEAGULL

FINE LINE THEATER CO. x crooked Theater co.

COSTUME DESIGN, marekting photos AND ARTISTIC DIRECTIOn BY ME

add. photos by Raegan Parker

Two young adults, a man with dark hair and a woman with blonde hair, sitting by a river surrounded by green trees in a lush outdoor setting.

anatomy of a suicude

FINE LINE THEATER CO.

ARTISTIC DIRECTIOn BY ME

all photos by Raegan Parker

Two women sitting on a wooden bench on stage, engaged in a theatrical performance. One woman has long blonde hair, wears a red jacket over a floral dress, and is holding a small cup. The other woman has long dark hair, wears a fur coat over a red dress, with knee-high brown boots, and is looking down with a serious expression.
Two women standing closely, facing each other, on a stage with a black background, with a toilet in the background.

writing samples

poems and more :)

  • There’s a fucking spider on the ceiling

    In my house

    Well

    in my parents’ house.

    Not my house.

    Not my childhood home

    This is my home now,

    hometown

    though I choke on the word childhood.

    I was sixteen when I arrived

    a girl, yes,

    but not a child.

    I think a lot about ghosts

    and being a stranger in places.

    I am a stranger here,

    though my face hangs framed on the wall

    and my high school prom dress hangs l

    in a body bag upstairs

    I think I am the spider

    a little unwanted,

    a little unwelcome,

    small enough to ignore.

    Clinging to the walls,

    searching for comfort,

    knowing

    this is not where I’m meant to be.

  • I keep a drawer of teeth

    from the words I bit down

    instead of saying.

    Some still sting

    when it rains.

    when it’s quiet.

    when I’m alone.

    when it’s sticky.

    Some I press to my tongue

    just to feel something familiar.

    No one teaches you how to archive people.

    So I tuck them

    in the folds of my skin,

    under my nails,

    inside the walls,

    between my ears

    where the silence is loudest.

    Every now and then they move.

    Shift.

    Remind me they’re still there

    I hang on to other people’s teeth too.


  • we’re standing too close for strangers,

    too far for anything else.

    you pass the cigarette

    like it means nothing,

    and maybe it does.

    or maybe it’s the most honest thing

    either of us has done in weeks.

    mouth to mouth.

    your exhale in my lungs.

    I don’t know what I’m keeping.

    I don’t know what I’m trying to prove.

    you say something about a movie

    I didn’t see.

    I laugh anyway

    because I want you to think I still

    understand you.

    because if I ask what you meant,

    you might realize

    I don’t anymore.

    I keep looking at your hands

    like they’re going to explain something.

    they don’t.

    you ask if I want another hit.

    I do.

    of the cigarette.

    of your nearness.

    of whatever this is

    that’s not anything,

    but lingers like it might’ve been.

    we keep doing this

    sharing breath like it’s casual.

    watching the end burn down

    without saying

    what it is we’re mourning.

    maybe it’s nothing.

    maybe it’s the softest kind of grief.

    the kind no one warns you about.

    the kind that smells like smoke

    and sounds like someone you used to be

    laughing in the wrong voice.


WHAT PEOPLE ARE SAYING!

WEST HYLER, Associate director of jersey boys (broadway)

“genuinely funny…a rare and wonderful talent.”

anya saffir, Off-broadway theater director, writer and educator

“She is one of a kind: her uniqueness and her authenticity as a person is a very beautiful thing.”