robin faymonville

HELLO. WELCOME TO MY WORK.

MY PRIMARY MATERIAL IS THE CHAOS OF FEELINGS, THE CONFUSION OF THOUGHT.
I WORK WITH LANGUAGE.
I AM MY OWN MEDIUM.

I TRY TO INITIATE A POLITICS OF DISALIENATION.
MY PRACTICE IS AN ANTI-TECHNICAL AND ANTI-SPECTACULAR ATTITUDE.
MY PLAYGROUND IS COMMUNICATION BETWEEN HUMAN BEINGS.

THE WORD “ATTEMPT” SUMMARIZES EVERYTHING I DO.

I AM A SUNDAY PAINTER.
I COME FROM THE COUNTRYSIDE, AND THIS IS WHERE I SPEAK FROM.
I WANT TO PROVINCIALIZE EVERYTHING.

I AM A PLASTIC SYSTEM WORKING BY SERENDIPITY.
I LOVE CONTRADICTION.

I WRITE TEXTS LIKE A LIBIDINAL MACHINE
AND I IMPROVISE TEXT-BASED PERFORMANCES
ROOTED IN PARTICULAR LANDSCAPES.

I ALSO GIVE PUBLIC READINGS OF POEMS.

I HAVE MANY IDEAS,
BUT I REALIZE ONLY A FEW OF THEM.
THE WORKS DON’T REALLY MATTER.
AT LEAST, THEY ARE NOT SUFFICIENT.

I LIKE POETRY,
BUT I HAVE TROUBLE WITH THAT WORD —
IT IS FULL OF DUST.

I AM LIKE POETRY:
FULL OF DUST.

I BLOW ON MYSELF.
I RENEW MYSELF.

I SAY HELLO TO YOU.