Backwater with Jussi Kala
Galleria Loisti
1.12.–14.12.2025
Statement 1:
I was feeding sourcream & onion chips and water emulsion to a baby born when the neighbours tv exploded
12 year old Guy had just crashed a car into a tree nearby
first sighting of a dragonfly
after first date, stars fell from the night sky
our ammunition was rowanberries and dehydrated peas
wet hair and blue lips, visual kei mp3:s
explosive experiments and WWE
i built a bow and lived under the fallen trees
nothing beats pinecones racing through the stream
a guy called Cream lifted me onto the wall, his girl looked like danger
at six i saw akira, later read the stranger
i became a diplomat, dad gone fishing
mouth full of rotten apples, appetite unending
classmate took me to the forest (thought he was legit)
under the moss, a secret (naughty and petite)
at four, caught a glimpse of Mike’s room
neon green bikinis, kawasaki ninja, tomb raider
liked the aesthetics, so tried to be a skater
but kuwahara was my steed, I was thrice knighted
eurodance shook my core at the ice skating event
the girls from other schools made my knees bent
deeply regret the summer camp lollipop heist
it could be true that i was only knighted twice
my walls were the deepest blue, i prefer red
so I live at the beach and surf the internet
I wonder if anyone else is real for real?
I was living in fear for two years straight after eating a slice of bread at afterschool care without paying
goes without saying
I was an adult as a child
a child as of now
Statement 2:
condensed fog of memories has bent over the horizon. it reached the cycle, and now it’s tapping on my shoulder. seems like the roundness of time has achieved squareness. it feels more dense, more new facets. light stops, slow pauses. these memories have surrounded me like pirouettes in a hall of mirrors, too fast and too close, fusing into each other.
i have been dancing on wet diamonds and gray sand, somersaulting, droitwiching my own reflection in polished glass. it was me who grabbed hammurabi’s dagger and i remember his eyes. i remember diving under the pontoons and falling on ice, horses exhaling frozen mist in the blaze of the ice-arc lightning on the train. water, grass, roofs. august mornings with autumn evenings. the sound of laughter in the wind has been replaced by the hum of fluorescent lamps in carpeted corridors. the gloss in people’s eyes is not the same.
I was feeding sourcream & onion chips and water emulsion to a baby born when the neighbours tv exploded
12 year old Guy had just crashed a car into a tree nearby
first sighting of a dragonfly
after first date, stars fell from the night sky
our ammunition was rowanberries and dehydrated peas
wet hair and blue lips, visual kei mp3:s
explosive experiments and WWE
i built a bow and lived under the fallen trees
nothing beats pinecones racing through the stream
a guy called Cream lifted me onto the wall, his girl looked like danger
at six i saw akira, later read the stranger
i became a diplomat, dad gone fishing
mouth full of rotten apples, appetite unending
classmate took me to the forest (thought he was legit)
under the moss, a secret (naughty and petite)
at four, caught a glimpse of Mike’s room
neon green bikinis, kawasaki ninja, tomb raider
liked the aesthetics, so tried to be a skater
but kuwahara was my steed, I was thrice knighted
eurodance shook my core at the ice skating event
the girls from other schools made my knees bent
deeply regret the summer camp lollipop heist
it could be true that i was only knighted twice
my walls were the deepest blue, i prefer red
so I live at the beach and surf the internet
I wonder if anyone else is real for real?
I was living in fear for two years straight after eating a slice of bread at afterschool care without paying
goes without saying
I was an adult as a child
a child as of now
Statement 2:
condensed fog of memories has bent over the horizon. it reached the cycle, and now it’s tapping on my shoulder. seems like the roundness of time has achieved squareness. it feels more dense, more new facets. light stops, slow pauses. these memories have surrounded me like pirouettes in a hall of mirrors, too fast and too close, fusing into each other.
i have been dancing on wet diamonds and gray sand, somersaulting, droitwiching my own reflection in polished glass. it was me who grabbed hammurabi’s dagger and i remember his eyes. i remember diving under the pontoons and falling on ice, horses exhaling frozen mist in the blaze of the ice-arc lightning on the train. water, grass, roofs. august mornings with autumn evenings. the sound of laughter in the wind has been replaced by the hum of fluorescent lamps in carpeted corridors. the gloss in people’s eyes is not the same.