Abstract
A poetic analysis into interior space, a subjective account of how bedtime stories passed on to me from my father inform my most central route into narrative. How my subsequent journeys combine within the geography of the gallery to produce the psychic space that is A Story Told. My analysis revolves around my latest piece — A Story Told a film installation written, directed and performed by the author first shown in The Millais gallery in 2004. The narrative I attempt to elucidate is a pulsing traversing from the space of exhibition to the embodiment of the viewer to the subjective demarcations of making. This nominal movement along a revolving trajectory implies a constant return, an orientation that turns back under dark, Freud's first organism, Plato's cave; the fictive journey that is central to assemblages of self.