{"id":206,"date":"2009-09-03T07:00:00","date_gmt":"2009-09-03T07:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/gap\/wp\/?p=206"},"modified":"2009-09-03T07:00:00","modified_gmt":"2009-09-03T07:00:00","slug":"an_invitation_into_a_life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/gap\/2009\/09\/an_invitation_into_a_life\/","title":{"rendered":"An Invitation Into a Life"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>More than any new string quartet or opera premiere, I confess that often it&#8217;s this kind of art that more deeply affects me. I don&#8217;t think I have any kind of ADD (I also love novels of the 2000-page, tissue-paper print variety) but expressions of the sort below, these kind of quiet, very personal, &#8220;glimpse and then it&#8217;s gone&#8221; peeks behind some very heavy curtains, have always worked their way much deeper into my psyche than more grand gestures seem to penetrate. In this case, a used and abused time-lapse video concept done absolutely brilliantly has me sending those &#8220;you have to see this!&#8221; emails and hitting replay. <\/p>\n<p><center><object height=\"230\" width=\"400\"><param name=\"allowfullscreen\" value=\"true\" \/><param name=\"allowscriptaccess\" value=\"always\" \/><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/vimeo.com\/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4636202&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=&amp;fullscreen=1\" \/><embed src=\"http:\/\/vimeo.com\/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4636202&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=&amp;fullscreen=1\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowscriptaccess=\"always\" height=\"230\" width=\"400\"><\/object><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/vimeo.com\/4636202\"><br \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><\/center><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.thelongestwayhome.com\/\">Christoph Rehage<\/a>, I hope you find your true home.<\/p>\n<p>[via BoingBoing]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>More than any new string quartet or opera premiere, I confess that often it&#8217;s this kind of art that more deeply affects me. I don&#8217;t think I have any kind of ADD (I also love novels of the 2000-page, tissue-paper print variety) but expressions of the sort below, these kind of quiet, very personal, &#8220;glimpse [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-206","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-uncategorized","7":"entry"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/gap\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/206","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/gap\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/gap\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/gap\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/gap\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=206"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/gap\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/206\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/gap\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=206"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/gap\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=206"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/gap\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=206"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}