The Guardian

Eddy Frankel

this show of undiluted love, heartache and pain left me a teary wreck

"Walking into Tate Modern's huge Tracey Emin retrospective is like walking in on her crying, naked, sobbing and snotty, as if you have stumbled into something painfully private. Don't come here looking for a good time – you won't find it. But come looking for pure, unapologetic, undiluted, full-frontal love, grief, heartache and sadness, and you will end up feeling more feelings than you've probably felt for years."

The Telegraph

Alastair Sooke

I was wrong about Tracey Emin's Bed – but the rest of Tate's show is a snooze

"Tracey Emin: A Second Life conveys the colossal force of her personality, which resonates with audiences in a way most artists can only dream of. But it also reminds us that much of the actual art she's produced is slight. The truth is that too many of her works, especially from the first half of her career, are visually inconsequential or sentimental (or both), and nothing like as charismatic as she is in person."

The Times

Laura Freeman

a show that gets under your skin and into your bowels

"This Emin show is a tasteful affair — she has been tamed and tidied up for the occasion. Where's the roughness? Where's the scuzz? And yet the rawness of Emin's art still comes roaring through: this is a show that gets under your skin and into your bowels."