I made it to the Tracey Emin exhibition at the Tate Modern on the last day before it closed. It’s not an exhibition for capturing lots of photos or videos. A lot of Emin’s work is tough to look at, hear about and read. What an incredible woman to be so honest and to have lived through so much.
These are the only photos I took from the exhibition.
These were mini recreations of all Emin’s art college work. She destroyed all her originals after her first abortion.
Ascension.
It’s not me that’s crying, it’s my soul (2011)
I hadn’t seen any of her blankets before and found them really compelling. Something so simple and achievable but again yet so honest and raw in the work.
