Installation

"There's no criticism, no depth, no point to its use in these works. Here's some old T-shirts turned into Big Ben. Ta-dah. You have to create your own meaning here, because the artist can't really be bothered."

— The Guardian

"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 Guardian