Known as one of the late–80’s 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 blood-stained underwear. Yet even as Emin’s art candidly displayed her trauma and 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 series of paintings and works on paper combine the pain and glee of survival, of discovering her new body and of falling in love. She recently told The New York Times, “I hope now maybe they’ll see that I am [sincere], that I’ve always been.” —Jeanne Malle