The reason I have been brilliant with money is that I never took cocaine. I had read somewhere it would almost be a mausoleum, but she scratches that: “I don’t think that would be allowed.” She would rather, she says, her ashes were eventually in some “plinth thing”, alongside those of her mother, who died a few years ago, and Docket, her late and equally beloved cat. When she dies, all this will become an Emin museum and archive. This is the seaside town, after all, where she had such a troubled early life (leaving school at 13, rape, suicide attempts and more), and to which you might never have expected her to return – except that she has, in some style.įive years ago, Emin bought a huge complex of buildings near the seafront with her close friend (and ex‑partner) the gallerist Carl Freedman he turned his half into a gallery, she turned hers into an exquisitely turned-out studio and apartment complex, complete with archive spaces, roof garden and stunning baby-blue‑tiled pool. And it’s no push to say that she’s currently in a big phase of regeneration – not just for herself but for Margate, which may come as a surprise. Right now, in Oslo, a huge show places her in tandem with her hero, Edvard Munch Queen Sonja of Norway, a fan, came to the opening dinner. She has certainly earned it: against all expectations she made it as one of Britain’s most important living artists, moving from notoriety as one of the YBAs to gaining a teaching position at the Royal Academy, a stint doing the British Pavilion at Venice Biennale and a CBE.
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“ This is how to spend it!” she says gleefully, and it turns out she has all kinds of personal and political reasons for doing so. The ground floor of Emin’s Painting Studio in Margate © Maureen M Evansĭespite this, she is very eager to talk to the FT, specifically How To Spend It. Tide line, 2019, by Tracey Emin © Maureen M Evans So I’m moving fast away from cancer, I’m shifting.” But she is still prone to huge waves of fatigue. “I just had my big check-up last week with my surgeon, and it’s amazing – I don’t have to go back now for six months. I am alive.’” Emin has been given the all-clear. “My list of really positive things was: ‘I am here. “I wrote a list of things earlier,” she confides in her sing-song voice, her Kent vowels still strong despite first leaving her native Margate more than 40 years ago she’s calling from her home there now. At the time, interviews she gave suggested she would struggle to get past Christmas. In spring 2020 Emin was diagnosed with squamous cell bladder cancer, a particularly aggressive strand of the disease that led to surgery in which she had her bladder, her urethra, her lymph nodes, her womb and half her vagina removed. The esteemed British artist, now 58, purveyor of beds, tents, neons and paintings that have graphically recounted her life experiences, might always be relied on to give you an intense answer but now especially so considering the past two years she’s had. Most interviews start with a cursory “How are you?” – but with Tracey Emin, this has an extra heft.
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