I’m back home. The project is finished. Family members arrived and we walked the lighted streets of Torino together. The Olympic flame has been passed to its next host. We've fulfilled our obligations, achieved what we attempted.




Home, where I can eat the foods that nourish me and be in the company of friends who love me, feel the fabrics and materials I am familiar with, touch my cats, speak English to my doctor, embrace those who touch me to heal. And dream the colors and shapes of what we have just done.



Gord, Jaz, Erik and Patrick took the exhibit down on time and stored the plates in the church. Had their last meal in Fenestrelle and phoned me from the table to offer words of celebration. It rang for me from all the way over there. I could just see them.






Today they’re all on their respective ways home, through the long flights and stopovers. Erik is going to Berlin. I am not ready to see anyone yet. Time for a little R & R. Some photos on this page by Erik Olson