Bizarrely, the moment I thought of the concept of ‘Home’, my mind flew to this piece. A controversial piece created in 1998, the messiness yet effectiveness of the message-carrying it showed was perfect for me; it was dirty, gritty, and yet it held such raw emotions that I had to find a way to bring that into my own work. And this is what I did.
From the wreck that was the old, mouldy innards of a duvet came inspiration drawn from Miss Emin.
Extract from saatchigallery.com;
[ Tracey shows us her own bed, in all its embarrassing glory. Empty booze bottles, fag butts, stained sheets, worn panties: the bloody aftermath of a nervous breakdown. By presenting her bed as art, Tracey Emin shares her most personal space, revealing shes as insecure and imperfect as the rest of the world. ]
