{"id":354,"date":"2011-11-12T12:50:11","date_gmt":"2011-11-12T11:50:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.simonjnugent.com\/?p=354"},"modified":"2011-11-22T00:39:24","modified_gmt":"2011-11-21T23:39:24","slug":"dream-of-gnostic-art","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.simonjnugent.com\/?p=354","title":{"rendered":"Dream of Gnostic Art"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I&#39;m wandering through the corridors of A[&#8230;]. &nbsp;We are in a wing of the house that is completely unknown to us and we are exploring. &nbsp;We open a door and behind it is a small suite of two interconnected rooms with the second opening onto a balcony over a narrow but lovely view with a river and hills immediately below but with more building directly opposite and no more than 10-20 feet between them.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp; The room is piled high with old furniture and bric-a-brac. &nbsp;I recognise it as the possessions of some old, famous gnostic (or alchemist). &nbsp;There is a wood panel that has been painted with special esoteric imagery. &nbsp;It has a lip going back behind it &#8211; possibly to allow the painting to stand by itself &#8211; so that the profile from the side looks like a tick mark.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp; I know that dark forces, also roaming the corridors, want to keep this painting hidden or, possibly, they don&#39;t know that it is there yet but if they did they would destroy it, so I decide to smuggle it out. &nbsp;I position it so that the angle of the panel\/lip fits around my spine and I put it under my jumper so that it covers the whole of my back.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp; We go back to more familiar corridors and in the passage between the kitchen and the ballroom, a French girl has set up a stall. &nbsp;As we pass I see that she is selling paintings by the same gnostic\/alchemical master whose room we have just been in. &nbsp;We start talking and I take out my painted board (which has now shrunk to a hand-sized piece of panel). &nbsp;I lay it over one of the girl&#39;s paintings and they are an identical match.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; I&#39;m wandering through the corridors of A[&#8230;]. &nbsp;We are in a wing of the house that is completely unknown to us and we are exploring. &nbsp;We open a door and behind it is a small suite of two interconnected&#8230; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/www.simonjnugent.com\/?p=354\">Continue Reading &rarr;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[20],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-354","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-dreams"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.simonjnugent.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/354","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.simonjnugent.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.simonjnugent.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.simonjnugent.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.simonjnugent.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=354"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.simonjnugent.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/354\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":360,"href":"https:\/\/www.simonjnugent.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/354\/revisions\/360"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.simonjnugent.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=354"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.simonjnugent.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=354"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.simonjnugent.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=354"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}