On to the late 1990s and another bit of world-travel, this time to the University of Tampere, Finland and into yet a different art spot. The “sighting” section closes around a fractured woman who seems, for a while, to be an international sight recognizable anywhere and in any tone. A painterly man of world fame misses citational moments with her. But no matter, she and he are here still, as are their worldly sites that show us how unsafe it can be “out there” for traveling women and their colorful international arts. At the edges of the personal and the professional, “Four International Dianas” disabuses us of the illusions that can sustain our lives (too) in international relations.

Helsinki: Sunday August 31, 1997

The day starts near the markets at South Harbour. A solemn walk into town and up the hill to the Taidehalli. Heavy doors swing open to admit the crowds milling quietly outside. I enter and am immediately consoled by seeing so many familiar faces, eyes all a little glazed. The people gathering around those faces are youngish. They look around, spin around in circles even. They aren't certain what to do here. They don't know where they are to begin: the Andy Warhol Retrospective.

His things are hung around. There are shoes from the 1950s, the butterfly stencils. Soapbox Brillos team with the ubiquitous 1960s soups. Four Maos appear from the ′70s; the purple one tears at my heart.