Known as one of the late–80s Young British Artists, Tracey Emin has never been quiet. After a breakup in the late–90s, for instance, she recreated her life in a 1998 installation called My Bed, its dirty sheets strewn with empty liquor bottles and bloodstained underwear. Yet even as Emin’s art candidly displayed her thorny romantic life, her sincerity was often questioned. Then came the pandemic and the artist was diagnosed with bladder cancer. Knowing that she would have several organs removed during surgery, including her uterus and half her vagina, she tells us, “I made them leave my clitoris.” Emin’s new paintings and sculptures combine the pain and joy of survival, the discovery of her new body, and the reckoning with past abusive relationships. The exhibition’s title painting directly addresses former partners: “You made me like this. All of you,” Emin says in a handwritten note. “Like a fool I followed love to the end. Like the sad haunted soul that I am, I followed you to the end.” —Jeanne Malle