Collette Rayner

Collette Rayner

Invited to collaborate by Daisy Lafarge

♦  The Dronely Man  ♦

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The dronely man drowned his craft with the gulps of a slack-jawed hobbyist and felt he was, almost, contemporary enough.

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He did not need to prod at his steely great love this week. He had laid his qualms to rest. There was no function to its form or its form was its function, and what we really weren’t understanding was that nothing is done for a particular reason other than that it’s quite good.

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He saw how this had damaged his trade so he dabbled in building smaller satellites that fit in satellites that fit in a satellite that would have at once burned up in orbit because the countdown timer never deployed properly.

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The wave-tank engineer woke up from a dream that an oil rig took off and became a new space station.

No one could begrudge its reassignment because all it had failed to do was exist correctly.

The fact that two stubby pillars protruding from the sea existed solely to generate income clearly indicates that the object had pursued ecstatic leisure.

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It was not true proof of advancement, but this was an abuse of the static image.

This was high-level hooliganism.

This was an oil-rig-cum-space-station as a mincing rascal.

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The engineer and dronely man both knew at once that Virilio had been correct: the invention of the spaceship was also the invention of the space wreck.

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Biography

Collette Rayner is an artist based in Glasgow. She is a participant of Collective’s 2013–14 Satellites programme and has exhibited in both solo and group shows throughout the UK.

In response to: Daisy Lafarge BE A BODY: A HOW-TO GUIDE TO ELAPSING