Tracey Emin: My Bed (1998): Tracey shows us her own bed, in all its embarrassing glory. Empty booze bottles, fag butts, stained sheets, worn panties: the bloody aftermath of a nervous breakdown. By presenting her bed as art, Tracey Emin shares her most personal space, revealing she’s as insecure and imperfect as the rest of the world.
The Green Man is a male aspect of the divine, shown in His summer glory. We have many artistic representatives of Him hanging on our walls and peaking out from obscure places. I am filled with peace and reminded of the strength of the forest whenever I see Him. This would make a good tattoo on my right arm, above my tree. I think this will be my next one