{"title":"Artexpo - New York","description":"\u003cp\u003eVisit Robert David Atkinson - Booth #434\u003cbr\u003ePier 36 - 299 South Street, NYC\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eApril 9-12, 2026\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ca title=\"ArtExpo Complementary Tickets\" href=\"https:\/\/rwag.ticketspice.com\/artexpo-new-york-2026?t=aeny26-exhibitor-collector\" target=\"_blank\"\u003eGet Complimentary Tickets\u003c\/a\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"font-size:12px\"\u003eOPENING NIGHT PREVIEW - Thursday, April 9th, 2026 | 5 PM – 8 PM\u003cbr\u003e\nPUBLIC FAIR HOURS\u003cbr\u003eFriday, April 10, 2026 | 11 AM – 7 PM\u003cbr\u003eSaturday, April 11, 2026 | 11 AM – 7 PM\u003cbr\u003eSunday, April 12, 2026 | 11 AM – 5 PM\u003c\/p\u003e\n","products":[{"product_id":"the-egret","title":"The Egret","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"In the heart of the sprawling wetlands, the great Egret found her truest love. 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Whether dancing amidst the reflections or wading in search of sustenance, its presence was a song to the wetlands, an ode to the beauty of life that flowed beneath her wings.\" – RDA\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eMoving image footage available for licensing.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e9x12\" Dye Sublimation Print on Aluminum.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Robert David Atkinson","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45083296301187,"sku":"","price":450.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0614\/2430\/4259\/files\/egret_02a.jpg?v=1730422838"},{"product_id":"the-gathering","title":"The Gathering #1","description":"\u003cp class=\"preFade fadeIn\"\u003e\"As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the coastal marshes, a gathering of Egrets unfolded. 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Every morning, she would gracefully ascend to the highest branch of an old oak tree, her gentle song filling the air as if singing a hymn to the world. With each note, her energy seemed to ripple through the forest, inspiring all to embrace the day with a tranquil vigor. \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eHer presence brought harmony, for she had an innate ability to soothe conflicts and mend the most stubborn divisions. Her energy for unity was infectious. She showed that peace could be the most potent force in the world, capable of healing hearts and uniting souls.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eAs the seasons changed and the forest went through its cycles, the Dove’s energy remained constant, flowing like a gentle breeze. 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