There are rooms we inhabit, rooms we avoid and rooms we yearn to be in. It is a psychic space we dwell in and a threshold where the presence of another person changes us. A room of one's own becomes equally a space that liberates and unsettles our worldview, necessitating a reworking of the

emotional architecture of its walls, corners, consoles and attics. A series of stories this week turns its gaze toward the rooms that hold our pasts even as they shape our futures. In Irum Rahat's solo show, rooms recur, morph and reappear reminding us how spaces endure inside us long after we

have left them. In Menno Aden's photographic series, the surveillance of private rooms lay bare systems of order that structure our everyday lives. Brazil Pavilion at the Venice Biennale gives room to Black and Indigenous art and ideas, while an exhibition dedicated exclusively to Denise Scott Brown shows a willingness to make room for voices denied a place at the top.

With so much room left in what we call a room, what do we still fail to notice?