Profane and brazen, Tracey Emin’s art is inseparable from its author, revealing the artist’s most private passions, weaknesses, turmoils, and joys. However, while it is true that Emin manages to utilize her daily reality as material to share with the public, her act is not a vain, exhibitionistic gesture. The desperate urgency that animates her work relates Emin to an entire genealogy of artists in the modern era who have made art a tool of pitiless psychological introspection. [...]
