{"product_id":"the-garden-at-the-edge-of-knowing","title":"The Garden at the edge of knowing","description":"\u003cp\u003eOriginal artwork on canvas \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eframed in crushed green velvet vintage frame (can be oak if you wish to change)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e64x50cm \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe Garden at the Edge of Knowing\u003cbr\u003eThere was once a woman who lived where the garden became the forest and the forest forgot itself. She smoked a long pipe in the evenings, the smoke curling upward into shapes that looked almost like trees.\u003cbr\u003eHer hound wore a chain of forget-me-nots and used it to keep the cat from wandering toward the red door — the one that led somewhere that wasn’t here. The cat resented this enormously.\u003cbr\u003eNear the door, a fat chicken pecked at the grass with great seriousness, as though it contained answers. It probably did. The chicken never shared them.\u003cbr\u003eAbove it all, the sky was doing something it shouldn’t. Clouds stacked like dirty plates, greenish and muttering, assembling a storm with the patience of something that had been waiting a very long time.\u003cbr\u003eAnd right in the middle of it — because some people simply cannot help themselves — a girl stood in the sprinkler, arms wide, water arcing around her like a cold bright crown.\u003cbr\u003eThe woman with the pipe watched. The chicken kept eating. The cat waited.\u003cbr\u003eThe storm came anyway.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Jessie Breakwell","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47792182919333,"sku":null,"price":795.0,"currency_code":"AUD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0487\/6573\/0981\/files\/IMG_22452.jpg?v=1777767327","url":"https:\/\/jessiebreakwell.com.au\/products\/the-garden-at-the-edge-of-knowing","provider":"Jessie Breakwell Gallery","version":"1.0","type":"link"}