Tracey Emin
Tracey Emin’s work is deeply personal, a self-confession, a manifesto on her life and experiences. Focuses on making art with the reality of something, instead of making a drawing or sculpture of the subject, Tracey displays the subject itself. As she once said, she knew she would never have the best drawing technique as her counterparts, only to realize later, that she, was the art itself.
The work that catapulted her from the British art-circles to international fame was My Bed, Tracey’s own bed, surrounded by cigarette butts, empty alcohol bottles and stained underwear; the reckless result of post-breakup depression. A work incredibly personal, brutal and honest, a view into a person’s period of life, a portrait of the ups and downs, the beauty and the flaws of Emin’s own life. Another notorious work by Emin was Everyone I Have Ever Slept With, a tent, stitched with 102 names of people she had slept with up to the time of its creation in 1995, making the spectator a voyeur in Tracey’s life, a work that was bought by Charles Saatchi, and later lost in a warehouse fire.
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In Why I Never Became a Dancer one can take a quick view into a dark part of Emin’s life-experiences, events that shaped her into what she has become, a story told by Tracey herself, of an experience during her teenage years. During the course of the video, one can feel the sadness and traumatic undertone of the story told, but in the end it results to be the complete opposite. A revenge, taking something bad and turning into good.Â
Her work with neon displays simple and intimate handwritten texts by her, the content of the writings feel almost as subconscious thoughts that wobble through Emin’s mind, immediate texts of passions, love declarations, disappointments, fears, and insults.











