An artist whose work I admire is Tracey Emin. She was becoming a big name on the British art scene as I was nearing the end of my time at art college, so she's been a part of the artistic landscape for the majority of my adult years, but the moment I really fell under her spell came when I visited her entry in the Turner Prize. This was when one of her most famous works was on show - 'My Bed' - and I was completely won over by the intimacy and the honesty of the work; the fact that her life and her art were indivisible, being so closely entwined, and I found her dedication truly inspirational. She felt so real. There was no posturing, just a truth that was unflinching and raw... so raw that at times it could feel uncomfortable. Yet for all the pain and hurt that was evident, there was also a warmth and comfort with some of the materials and methods she chose to work in such as collected scraps of fabric, blankets, hand embroidery and applique. Timeless methods of expression.
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Tracey Emin in her studio |
Amanda xxx
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