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The first time I met Tracey Emin was in shoreditch in the wee hours of the early 2000s. We both staggered up to a cash point at same time and did that ‘no, you go first’ thing. I can’t remember who did. It was late & late summer and there were parties everywhere. 1/5 #TraceyEmin
Once we both had our cash she pointed out I only had one shoe on. I explained I’d left the other down the street as it was new and a bit pinchy. She said she’d go back and get it with me. And there it was outside the party I’d just left where it turns out she was now headed. 2/5
So I sat on the kerb and pulled my shoe back on and we headed into the party together and it swallowed us up and I missed the last train home. Every time I’ve run into her since she’s pointed down at one of her feet and giggled. 3/5
When I sold my first book it was around the Olympics when #TraceyEmin made this. I didn’t think of myself as a person that bought art. For so long she didn’t think of herself as a person that made art-fighting to be heard as a working class woman in a scarily posh male space 4/5
Her honesty & insight about what it means to tell the truth at any cost and for your body to be a place that others fight over and seek to define is one of the hallmarks of her genius. Survival has always been her art. Long may she continue to inspire & outrage. #TraceyEmin 5/5
