The notorious Tracey Emin has been much less of a bad girl lately, aging gracefully into midcareer and telling the New York Times Magazine that she hasn’t had sex in years. That’s not to say that her “I Followed You To The Sun” (on view at the gallery’s two New York locations) is prudish or buttoned-up. Emin’s blunt sensuality remains in the dozens of gouache drawings on view at the Chrystie Street space. The drawings are mostly self-portraits of the artist seated in a chair, her knees pitched together, her face obscured by her hair, hands or smears of pigment. In Chelsea is a series of bronze sculptures featuring animal and human figures atop engraved blocks.