“I love art,” Emin went on. “And art loves me more than any man has ever
loved me. Art has never let me down. When I’ve been my lowest of my
low, art has always come and picked me up. I can’t say that about the
men I’ve had relationships with. It’s about forever and ever. The last
thing I do before I die will be art, definitely. Whereas people come and
people go. I wish I could have a lover like art, that loved me as
passionately as art loves me, or who I could give as much back to.” Read more: The New Yorker
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