Tracy Emin

One drunken night in Spitalfields I walked past Tracy Emin on my way to Liverpool Street Station.

I turned and called out “TRACEEE!”.

She looked round and I felt guilty.

“I love all your stuff! I always ‘ave… and you.” I shouted.

She smiled that big beautiful wonky smile of hers and said “Thank you”.

That was the night I learned to love Tracy and all her works.

 

 

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