old paradise street
excessful lack
exit
passion for beauty
pile of trash
laugh a lot
happiest hours in town
innovative self-destruction
suicide
keep slow
everything must go
spring clean ur values u fckr
freedom
nobody really cares
just another objectified life
we lend money
he who has the gold makes the rules
excessful lack
we keep on drinking but we still get thirsty?
where does all the lipstick disappear?
TO KISSES
TO LOVE POTION BOTTLES
TO SHIRT COLLARS
TO FORKS AND KNIVES AND SPOONS
TO FRUIT SKINS
THEN TO OUR STOMACHS
TO TRAVEL IN YOUR LOVER’S INTESTINES
TO DICKS IN BLOWJOBS
TO THE PLACE OF LOSTNESS
TO HATE SCRAMBLED EGGS
THEN TO OUR STOMACHS
TO FLYING SPIT
TO THE WASH OF THE TEARS
TO DRIPPING SNOT
TO THE SWIPE OF A HAND
TO CAREFULLY MODELLING FINGERTIPS
TO THE HAIR FLYING IN THE WIND
TO TRYING TO BE BEAUTIFUL
TO TRYING TO BE BEAUTIFUL
dreams- schemes - daydreams
fairytales
don’t believe in nothing
turbulent rebellion
betterachetomorrow
life is a cabaret
THERE IS ENOUGH IN THE WORLD FOR ALL
MAYBE YOUR HANDS ARE A BIT TOO HEAVY
food being thrown into bins at a restaurant
we want it all
must haves
CONNECTION
it’s really nice to see you… i never
forget your lovely pair’s of eyes….
THEN YOU’LL JUST BE GLITTER
THE REST OF YOUR LIFE
"big love"
fear of missing out
pain of missing put
life is such an act
born to fly
always
touch dance
what a fucking waste u are
CATCHING SUN
THE INTENSITY OF NOTHING
THE INTENSITY OF EVERYHTING
2gether
be brave and do what you love
boundary road
in control of losing control
endless
"we each took a 2000 km walk to say goodbye"
living - it’s a happy hell
I know only of the lands
of extreme
I know not of sustainability
or of stability
of balance
I know of wanting to be hardcore
or dying
trying
I hate the inbetween
because I am incapable of it
I wake up with death
I go to sleep with exuberance for life
during sunlit hours
I cry
I fuck
I die
I am sorry if I hold you too tight
and I am sorry for I do not understand
semi hardcore dicks
halfway loves
or
why
are
you
am I?
so
okay
with
not
going
all
the
fing
way
ABANDON THE PLAN
ABANDON THE SHIP
(now)
WE ARE SINKING
dark bitter sleeping lips
this will be
The Pink Truth
The Black Truth
you wanna hear and don’t
the cliché you are, i am
this will be everything.

Joanna Kalm is a choreographer and dancer/performer. During the residency she is focusing on expression in the public and secluded spaces.

Photo: Epp Kubu
Information about the residency: www.saal.ee, www.pyhavaim.blogspot.com
Residency is supported by: Cultural Endowment of Estonia