Tammy Reynolds

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 My first aid training is outdated now but I still know the recovery position.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.”
Tammy Reynolds

Photo by Jon Stonehouse

Photo by Jon Stonehouse

Photo by Mark Lycett

Photo by Mark Lycett

Photo by Rebecca Connoly

Photo by Rebecca Connoly

Photo by Rebecca Connoly

Photo by Rebecca Connoly

Photo by Roisin Fletcher

Photo by Roisin Fletcher

Photo by Suzie Corker

Photo by Suzie Corker

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