Apparently, due to its “adult content”, no schools workshops have been organised for the Tracey Emin: 20 Years exhibition, running at the Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art in Edinburgh until November 9.

While it is true that the works in this retrospective show would not be appropriate for most primary pupils, it would be a pity for teachers and more mature secondary students to miss the opportunity to see what all the fuss is about regarding the most famous, and notorious, female artist working in Britain today.

The exhibition, which takes up the ground floor of this beautiful gallery, includes a room of Emin’s less well-regarded paintings and drawings, plus a corridor lined with dozens of fuzzy little photographs. Don’t waste much time on these because the stars of this fascinating show are Emin’s famous installations and her other “confessional” works.

The tent isn’t there (the one with all the names of everyone she’s slept with) but “My Bed” is, looking - with its crumpled, stained sheets - very like something you’d find in a grotty student flat. A reconstruction of the cramped studio Emin worked and lived in while preparing for a major exhibition is more interesting for its beer cans, fag packets and underwear and socks hanging on an improvised clothes line than for the sexually explicit paintings.

Emin writes sparingly and in plain language about traumatic visits to the dentist, an abortion, her uncle’s death in a car crash and not being invited to a school friend’s birthday party. She frames the handwritten texts with mementoes from the events, such as a rotten tooth and a hospital ID bracelet.

There are large embroidered blankets (one borrowed back from Sir Elton John) and the artist’s home movie-style CV.

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