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A familiar and comfortable space; I have known my fathers study since I was two. For as long as I can remember, every day of the working week, he has commuted up to London on an hour and a half journey. He wears a grey suit and blends in with everyone else.


In this documentary narrative of my father, I want to demonstrate that one is not defined by their job alone, through showing importance of space.


This particular body of work was presented as a hand stitched book, encased in a box, which I had covered in a grey material (to match that of his suit) with a gold 'J' embossed onto the front. 


The title is inspired by 'A Room of One's Own' by Virginia Woolf.


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