Tammy Reynolds refuses to write in third person. I go on a stage and sing/dance/speak/scream/shout/eat my trauma. I sometimes make money from it. I’m sometimes Midgitte Bardot. I sometimes wear clothes. I’m always disabled. I’m always a dwarf. I sometimes enjoy it. I’m sometimes a Producer. I do Live Art. I sometimes leave the stage and cry and hyperventilate and rage about how it went. I don’t take positive feedback well so to write a bio that makes me look like an accomplished artist doesn’t quite fit. I’m not qualified for anything. My first aid training is outdated now but I still know the recovery position. I think my DBS is too. I’m good at making things I want to make. I’m articulate and creative. I’m nowhere near as productive as I should be and I hope I never am. I don’t have a website because I’m too addicted to social media. I’d like to say I’m working on it.
“I spent the day walking around the house screaming out validation and relief. I scared the postman and set the dog off barking next door. I also made three pieces of art. Not only will this Bursary support me, it will motivate me. My artist bio may look a lil’ different next year.”