Amongst the brick cobbles of Portland’s quiet Pleasant Street sits Artemisia Cafe. “Coffee no cream, please.” At these tables pulses culture. Art expands, contracts, and, we, hope, expands again.
A stained glass fish, half red, half yellow, causes the patron to ponder the struggle of artistry and what it becomes for so many. Inside this cafe, in this fleeting moment, art stands. One of the few of the many.
Moist brownie. Strong coffee. It pays to wander the streets of Portland.
