Decades before Rose Bond projected animated silhouettes from historic Portland—a smoking sailor, a Chinese man braiding his friend’s queue—onto the windows of a stately Old Town building, she stared at those windows from a city bus and wondered what was going on inside. Rose began riding this route as a fourth grader—down Williams or Mississippi, over the Steel Bridge, and then up Third Avenue—on her own, every Saturday, for art lessons with Sister Rosina. A few years earlier, her parents had immigrated from Canada to North Portland. A teacher at Rose’s new school had glimpsed her art talent and said to her parents, Don’t ignore this. They had nine children, but Rose was the oldest daughter. Her parents listened.