My name is Jarkko Lehmus and I am a dancer.
I am also a sporadic choreographer and teacher, a motorcycle freak, a random traveller, an occasional healer, a platoonless lieutenant, an accidental writer and a whisky lover.
But most of all I am a dancer.
At the moment I work for Scottish Ballet and am based in Glasgow, Scotland.
I was born and raised in the forests of Finland running naked during the summers and burrowing in the snow during the winter. Although dancing has taken me for a good old ride I still carry within me the memories of my roots: the endless days of summer, the sun that sets and rises within the hour, the inky black skies of winter, the silent fire of the northern lights, the prickling of the snow melting off my skin in the sauna and the quietness of the nature. I carry within me the spirit of a nation that drinks too much and talks too little.
On my travels I have busked on Sergels Torget in Stockholm, lost my breath on Route Napoleon, burnt myself out in the army, studied thai massage in Chiang Mai, overdosed on adrenaline at the Nurburg Ring, drank Anejo Blanco from the bottle in the street corners of Havana with boys with golden teeth and tattoos on their faces, postured and posed, ran away from love, fooled myself and looked for salvation in all the wrong places. During the years I have learned some things and forgotten others.
All I know is that I am. Now.