Platypus

A peek into the choreographic process of my dear friend Joanna Kalm:


a small poem from InterArts sharing today, made with the help of my lovely, sadly temporary, course mates

pretty much sums up what I've been up to these past months


PLATYPUS

A PLATYPUS WAS
SPRINTING VERY SLOWLY
ACROSS THE ICE CREAM CAKE
THAT GRANDMA MADE ME
HE WAS RUINING THE CAKE
I'M SORRY
HE SAID
I WISH I COULD FLY
BUT REALLY
I JUST CANT
WHY U JUST MADE ME CRY
HE ferociously WENT AND HUGGED THE GRANDMA
WITH HIS TINY SLIMY HANDS
KISSED HER WITH HER WEIRD SOMETHING
AND…
THAT’S THE END