{"product_id":"pearl","title":"Pearl","description":"\u003cp data-path-to-node=\"4\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"cf0\"\u003eOriginal Graphite on Archival Paper\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"cf1\"\u003e14 x 19 in\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"cf0\"\u003e2026\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cb data-index-in-node=\"0\" data-path-to-node=\"5\"\u003eTHE ARTIST'S VISION\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\"To me, winter is not a season of cold. It is a season of silence. A time when the world retreats, leaving us alone with our own warmth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe water here does not hold the heat of summer; it is steeped in the blue memory of a winter dusk. It spills like liquid moonlight, each drop a transient pearl upon her skin, catching fragments of the only light left in the room. From the steaming veil, I see her shoulders rise—twin peaks of polished alabaster, where shadow and moisture weave a delicate, shifting landscape.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eA dark tendril, a rebellious whisper escaped from its coil, traces the ivory slope of her neck—a fleeting calligraphy of allure that I felt compelled to record before it vanished. The air is heavy with jasmine, a silent ballet that dances around her in an unseen caress.\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 0.875rem;\"\u003e\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Andros K.","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":44155445248099,"sku":null,"price":1900.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0652\/2693\/2323\/files\/IMG_1944FULL-Copy.jpg?v=1777579035","url":"https:\/\/androskarr.art\/products\/pearl","provider":"ANDROS KARR","version":"1.0","type":"link"}