It’s always an amazing feeling when art communicates directly to you. And I’m not talking about understanding art, I’m talking about communication on a personal level. I understand what Norman Rockwell is communicating. I get Dali. But they don’t speak directly to me, directly as I don’t live in the fifties and I haven’t taken acid in many years.
Tracey Emin’s neon-light art speaks directly to me. I get it, understand it, but more importantly, I feel it. I was stalking my ex-girlfriend on Facebook and came across a mutual friend’s page. I noticed a picture in her collection and had to know more about it. Tracey Emin is a British artist who works in multiple disciplines from installations, ink drawings, embroidery, and of course, neon. Tying these seemingly disconnected mediums together is a common theme of autobiography resulting in such pieces as “Everyone I Have Ever Slept With” and “My Bed” (which consisted of her actual bed and a few random items strewn around it).
But focusing on the neon work, I can’t begin to explain how much it spoke to me and how much I enjoy the concept. Emotions literally displayed in lights. I’m also quite into the physical construction of the letters and words themselves. Clearly, these pieces would not have the same impact if they were created using molds rather than the hand script we see here. Her combination of concept and execution coupled with her heart-felt sentiment really drive these pieces home. They almost hurt just to think about them.