‘You Keep Fucking Me’ 2024

Tracey Emin

I think out of all of the pieces I saw in Emin’s latest show at the Tate Modern, this one stuck out like a sore thumb in a sea of works that stuck out. ‘You keep fucking me’ spoke of loneliness, longing, sex, violence and assault. The repetitive nature of the text almost screams a cry for help rather than an accusation. Emin’s work has always been ‘provocative’, but really? I don’t think her work is meant to have ‘shock value’; it is simply a form of storytelling at its rawest and most vulnerable. When I went into that show, I had no idea what to expect or whether I would even like her work. I left impressed and moved, a depth of feeling I wasn’t expecting from her or her work.