Nothing is sacred to the artist Tracey Emin—not women, sex, or (especially) herself. If honesty is an unmade bed, Emin is pulling back the sheets. “The narcissism behind what I do,” says Emin, “the self, self, self”—this is where her art takes its energy. Drawing as well from the Expressionists Egon Schiele and Edvard Munch, Emin’s mixed-media approach is as tumultuous as her inner world. —E.C.