1 Aug 2008

Anti-Emin Rant

All those who admire Tracey Emin please look away now. I am about to rant!

She is to have a 20 years retrospective in Edinburgh and is reported to be ‘nervous.’ This is the loud-mouthed, self-absorbed, creator of ‘The Bed,’ who has turned her name into a brand image for bad taste, coming over all sensitive?

After bewailing the loss of her Tent in the fire and the general lack of public sympathy (nay, even public amusement) she said...

“ ..... I'm also upset about those people whose wedding got bombed last week [in Iraq], and people being dug out from under 400 ft of mud in the Dominican Republic.'

Well, gosh. How big hearted to feel their experiences were as hard as her loss eh?

Then there was this interlude:

‘Emin was commissioned, as part of a scheme throughout London titled Art in Sacred Spaces, to collaborate with children on an artwork at Ecclesbourne Primary School in Islington, North London. Pupils made the piece with her in Emin's style of sewing cut out letters onto a large piece of material. In 2004, the school enquired if Emin would sign the work so that the school could sell it as an original to raise funds. They planned to auction the piece for £35,000 for an arts unit[67], as it could not afford to display the large work. Emin and her gallery White Cube refused saying that it was not a piece of her art, therefore reducing its value and requested it be returned. But Emin quickly came to an agreement with the school, where she paid £4,000 to create a perspex display box for the patchwork quilt to be showcased.’

I bet the school would have preferred the art unit and it would have been more use to the children in the long run. Also - think of the pride those children involved would have felt!!

But she was born in Croydon and after such a poor start in life what can you expect?

1 comment:

stitching and opinions said...

Ah ha, as you know we are different sides of the street on this!! I shall ponder and compost my response and try and give an uplifting and convincing exposition. and without insulting the inhabitants of croydon, where I once lived for a year.