“THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE”
“Oh Christ I just wanted you to fuck me and then I became greedy,
I wanted you to love me.”
Those Who Suffer Love 2009
I remember being smashed off my face once and someone telling me I looked like Tracey Emin. Some of the people there thought I was being insulted, but I took it a realistic compliment. I was drunk, mouthy, and holding court in the ladies room, cussing out all the drunken men trying to gatecrash.
Those Who Suffer Love (2005)
Tracey Emin, is, an acquired taste. I never used to like her work, but came round to it, possibly when I saw her car crash drunken appearance on a stuffy live arts debate about the Turner Prize I think. She walked off in the end and was headline news the next day. Cool girl I thought. One of “us”.
You’d be forgiven for thinking she was uber confident with her occasional bolshy fuck you attitude, but that simply seems to cover up the underlying need for love and acceptance. Her childhood by all accounts wasn’t the best.
So I somehow ended up in an art exhibition about love with a frame of mind you can only get in the immediate aftermath of a disaster of a relationship . I wanted to vomit all over the Yoko Ono shit that was being mentally wanked over at one end of the gallery, but then accidentally stumbled on Tracey Emin’s “Those Who Suffer Love (But I’m OK Now)” tucked quietly in a corner near the exit.
I must have stood there for about 20 minutes looking round at all the other people who were largely ignoring this, trying to understand why there wasn’t a crowd looking at it and taking it all in.Fucking idiots.
I wanted to write all the words down from this piece as it just said everything. I keep looking for a transcript online but can’t find any.
She’s got this new exhibition which covers some of it maybe, but it’s not the same.
I love Tracey Emin.
I’d like to slap Yoko Ono
Tracey Emin has a weird twisted up face that I think is kind of beautiful and ugly at the same time. That’s always how I have seen myself. That drunken guy in the ladies room saw it too.
This is a perfect example of
not seeing a tree for the forest.
She has gotten herself all wrapped
up in making some massively
complex neon display instead.
She thinks it’s a simple message,
because the display is just pink
letters on a white sheet, but they
glass tubes formed into cursive lettering,
filled with electrically charged gases on
a white sheet, that she probably spent
way too much time deciding the correct
thread count and shade of the material.
She could have just ironed her dress and written a letter.
It would have been far more effective, and much simpler.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/arts_and_culture/8072833.stm