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.
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
Headshots
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RESUME
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media
Fayette, Waiting For Lefty
Vocal reel
"“Dead BOY" one act festival
Monolouge from how i learned to drive
original song called
“chore”
Messenger, Antigone
Major general, the trial of ubu
penelope pennywise, urinetown
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

anatomy of a suicude
FINE LINE THEATER CO.
ARTISTIC DIRECTIOn BY ME
all photos by Raegan Parker

writing samples
poems and more :)
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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.
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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.
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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