TRACEY EMIN, FIGHTING FOR LOVE, 1998
Tracey Emin's manifesto is the basis of her best works - the raw vulnerable anger and sexuality that she channels through her word pieces. This pencil signed and numbered photocopy of a letter reads:
Fighting for Love -
When the fighting starts - I know that I have lost - Every hole in my body is bleeding - my nose my cunt - my eyes are red now from all the tears - I'm clutching my stomach, holding onto myself - Trying to stop my shit from spilling onto the floor - I am all wrapped up in my own pathetic lonelly (sic) mess - Desperate to feel loved again I can't eat - I can't sleep - my mind jumps from a grinding numbness - to some crazy fucked up out of controll (sic) Dog like hell
Thats (sic) how it is to live without Love.
“No-one has more power to make us feel utterly desperate, humiliated and enraged than someone we love. In this apparently spontaneous note Tracey Emin reveals things we don’t normally say to other people, and hardly even admit to ourselves. The words are specifically her own, but the feelings might secretly be our own. We too feel desperate, ready to spill all over the floor. Though no-one else might ever know this about us.
Loneliness is the feeling that something central to your experience will not be treated sympathetically and with empathy by other people. We long to be understood; we yearn to be accepted - even (in fact especially) for the aspects of our own nature that are quite disturbing.
The writing is scrawled on the page; it takes a huge risk - exposing all this to the eyes of stranger. And yet we don’t recoil in horror. In fact, we respond with recognition.”
— Alain de Botton & John Armstrong
This work is framed. Not examined outside of framed but appears to be in excellent condition.
FRAMED: approx. 14.25 inches x 11 inches x 1 inch
SHEET: 11.75 x 8.25
Pencil signed and numbered on the front from the edition of 300.