About Tracey Emin: Tracey Emin is an English artist. She is part of the group known as Britartists or YBAs (Young British Artists).
I've been slagged off completely by the art world.
Strolling on the plateau of life, desperate for the mountain, I never thought that I would get this far. It's only art that has carried me through, given me faith in my own existence. But now I am approaching a point in my life where I desire more...
The words went round and round and round in my mind and my body, until I knew they were no longer my words but something that had been carved into my heart. And now my soul was crying.
When I was 14-15 There was nothing to my life but dancing and sex I'd go to night clubs and dance Then I'd meet someone and have sex it was Fine and easy nothing to do BUT Think with my body like a bird I Thought I was Free TrAcey Emin
I woke up feeling alone, so lonely. The night before, I had cried myself to sleep. I lay there on the floor, listening to the tube trains passing beneath me. I thought, All those hundreds and thousands and millions of people. London, London - I hate ...
My New Year's Eve is always 2 July, the night before my birthday. That's the night I make my resolutions. And this year scares the life out of me, because no matter how successful, how good things appear, there is always a deep core of failure within...
Have you ever longed for someone so much, so deeply that you thought you would die? That your heart would just stop beating? I am longing now, but for whom I don't know. My whole body craves to be held. I am desperate to love and be loved. I want my ...
A made desire to be more human, to be more normal, that's what pushes me, these days - but as someone said the other say. 'Trace, you're going to have to face facts. You and normal parted a lomg, long time ago.
I remember, when I was about ten years old, working out that I would be thirty-six in the year 2000. It seemed so far away, so old, so unreal. And here I am, a fucked, crazy, anorexic-alcoholic-childless beautiful woman. I never dreamed it would be l...
I am fiercely independent and I probably wouldn't be if it wasn't for the way in which I was brought up.
I don't ask for an apology because it's only tomorrow's fish-and-chip paper.
I have hardly any friends who aren't gay.
I thought it would be my one and only exhibition, so I decided to call it My Major Retrospective.
I'm out of here, I'm better than all of you.
It wasn't so much destroying my dancing, it was destroying me.
It's my memory, and what happened between that moment 10 or 15 years ago and now, there's a lot of gray area.
People don't remember. Revenge is sweet.
People try constantly to use me, and I hate it.
There's so much stuff said about me that's not true, so now if something is hurtful and wrong, I send an e-mail or letter immediately, saying, This is not true.
They look at someone like me, and I just really get up their nose. I really wind them up.
