Tracy's Pussy

I'm slightly freaked by the number of people on Twitter pretending to be their cats. I'm not sneering because I'm actually following a cat tweeter and I'm enjoying it. But anyone who says 'my mom' or 'the humans' is struck immediately off the list. It might be for you but it's not for me. Tracy Emin once wrote a cutesy bit about losing her cat. And actually that to me was more shocking than her neon light strip entitled 'my **** is wet with fear'. I like Tracy Emin's work a lot and that and 'My Bed' are two of my favourites. You see 'My Bed' works on a number of different levels. Firstly people said get a grip, pull yourself together. That's not art. How dare she. Oh how ridiculous. What rubbish. Which is exactly what people say when someone say's 'I'm depressed' which is what the piece captured perfectly. But it only works because of the information that she gave out about it at the time. The self confessional. The self promotion. Which is why Saatchi bought it for 100 grand or whatever. My god he could see what she had just pulled off. Brian Sewell was once asked if you screwed up a piece of paper and threw it across the table would that be art. And he replied, dripping acid, no you would need to say I'm an artist first. Purrrrfect ma. Perfect.