The importance of blasphemy is important as religion. Disbelief and the bravery to believe in yourself over what others wrongly believe is as important as 'belief'. There is no longer any blasphemy in not believing in God, it is greater blasphemy to not believe in evolution and the Darwin orthodoxy. I have been and always will be a blasphemer. The blasphemer is the child in the crowd who not only sees that the Emporer is naked but shouts, 'He's wearing no clothes!'
So lets start up some blaspheming. Tracy Emin is a shit artist. If you can't see this you are just following the crowd or need glasses. She isn't up to foundation standard yet. Her prepubescent angst would embarass a teenager, her misguided belief that her life is in anyway interesting to anyone but herself makes me cringe. Her lack of abillity to communicate, draw, her weak ideas.
Of course, these blasphemous words will fall on deaf ears for too many in the art world have invested belief and money in her crap. I am no Sewell but Tracy Emin is truly crap. With so much great work out there, why is this redundant charity case still in the public eye. Wake up, you all let this one slip through, because she was your friend, because she had balls, because any determined rough arse can scare middle class arty types, I know, I've done it.
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