When I was eleven, I asked my mother to show me a magic trick I could perform in front of my fifth grade class.
She didn’t know any magic… 😥 so she grabbed an old cassette tape, a couple skit books, sat me down, and taught me—you guessed it—ventriloquism.
I went from memorizing short skits from those books, into writing my own material, and creating new characters. I LOVED creating life in this unique art form, especially when it brought so much joy to those who watched.
I decided to pursue ventriloquism as a profession because I believe that it can be very impactful to my audiences. When our world is continually throwing things at us that are meant to divide us, we can still come together and laugh about the little things. My favorite thing about what I do is actually seeing diverse audiences laugh like we are all children again!
When I’m not performing, I can often be found in my Tiny House playing with my two kitties, making art of some kind, or baking. Otherwise, my husband and I love to get out and explore the world—whether it’s hiking, biking, roller-skating, or driving to a new city to learn about historic downtown—because we love adventure!
Meet the Crew 🙃
Get to know some of Tansy’s friends! Each of them are a little eccentric in their own ways — but all of them are completely lovable!
This is Gus.
Gus is a loving family-oriented dragon! Well.... He is a dragon who loves families? I’m just going to start over. Gus is a recovering addict banned from the lands of fairy tales for eating too many of the characters.
Molly the Monster!
This cute little monster was found living under Tansy’s bed. Don’t let her charming cotton-candy looks fool you! She’s as scary as they come! At least she thinks so... It turns out the monster-under-your-bed can become an instant best friend!
Howdy, Heidi.
This wacky little bird is one of the finest talking birds you’ll ever meet! With even more tricks up her sleeve (feathers?) this bird brain knows where to find trouble, and luckily for us there’s often humor behind things going wrong.
Cletus Reginald
(the third)
Redneck of all rednecks, Cletus couldn’t care less about your opinions or common sense. Let’s just say he doesn’t seem to know the definition of worry. Nothing will stop him from having a good time!