Maybe I Don't Believe Things

What's In Yesterday's Newspaper Is Today's Fish-and-chip Paper. If It Really Affects My Life So Badly, So Personally, Then I Would Do Something About It. When It's Really Out Of Order, Or Something Possibly Detrimental To My Family, Or I'm Driven To Such A Level That I Know That This Can Be Picked Up And Repeated Again, I Will Just Write Or E-mail The Newspaper Editor. So, In The Next Day's Newspaper, It Might Say, "tracey Emin Says This Is Factually Incorrect."

Someone Else Who Liked What I Did Might Turn Around And Say, "she's Reworking And Rethinking Everything. She Could Just Be Making Blankets Now, And Be A Lot Wealthier." I'm Actually Making It Difficult For Myself. I Wouldn't Call It Re-branding. If I Get Bored With My Work, Then Other People Will - It's That Simple. And I'm Not Gonna Get Bored With What I'm Doing. I'll Struggle And Fight And Do New Things To Excite Myself - And Do It In My Own Sweet Way.

People Don't Remember. Revenge Is Sweet.

Criticism On My Works Is Like This: You've Worked Hard All Of Your Life, You Went To Oxford, And You've Done This And That, And You're An Art Critic. Your Job Is To Unravel The "secret" Or Whatever, And You Come Across An Entity Like Me. It's Going To Piss You Off. Because There's No Great Secret, What You See Is What You Get, And Anyone Can Understand What I'm Doing. So, It's Almost Like I Make This Critic-person Redundant, Just By My Attitude, And They Resent Me For That.

It's My Memory, And What Happened Between That Moment 10 Or 15 Years Ago And Now, There's A Lot Of Gray Area