Tracy Emin at the White Cube Gallery (Oli Scarff/Getty Images)
Tracey Emin has cordoned off sex and sexuality as a major trope of her oeuvre. She has been outrageous, flagrant, outspoken and nakedly raw in her expression of pure id-ness.
So turning 50 changes all that? Come on Tracey, can’t you love ideas AND sex? Get a grip, and quick!
From an article by Maev Kennedy in the Guardian:
In the middle of her new exhibition, in which the most arresting piece is a looped animation of 150 drawings that depict a woman masturbating, Tracey Emin explained that sex is loosening its grip as her 50th birthday looms.
“It always was about sex, not money,” she said. “Sex was what held me in bed and got me out of it again in the morning. But now it’s fading fast. I don’t have the same craziness about sex that I had – I’m more interested in ideas.”
The artist was haloed by a pink glow emanating from a neon piece in the next room. Its inscription read: “Oh Christ I just wanted you to fuck me and then I became greedy, I wanted you to love me.”
Doesn’t sound like anything a good dose of hormones can’t fix.
She doesn’t need hormones…I get it. I don’t think she is any less interested, she just wants it all. Without the ideas, sex is boring. I understand her greed. I want that pink neon piece for my bedroom wall…WOW. That is a greed I know and live. BTW Deborah, I want to thank you again for your wonderful Blog. I have been a quiet observer lately, but it continues to feed my soul. Especially the poetry, as you know. I read and reread the Galway Kinnell poem “Wait” almost every day. “music of hair, music of pain, music of looms weaving our loves again.” THANKS.
Thanks Pam, and so glad you love the Kinnell poem too.