László Moholy-Nagy – Q1 Suprematistic

I often not sure what to make of abstract art, but something about László Moholy-Nagy’s Q1 drew me in. I was curious what effect “being in the painting” would have on me. Given the “loud” colors, I was surprised to find upon my entry that there was no sound at all. Maybe in some of my past portallings there hadn’t been sound, but this time I was especially conscious of it. Furthermore, though I stood upon a yellow line of negligible width, I had no fear of falling. Balance wasn’t an issue. Lifting a leg led me to believe there was no gravity. I might have been weightless.

Before me stretched several tightly bunched vertical strings. I reached out to the nearest and gave it the gentlest pluck.

Instant orgasm. I was the music, though there was no sound. The climax died away over a minute or more, leaving me fully refreshed. I played myself again and again. Each orgasm was amazing and each was almost but not quite the same, though to describe the difference is completely beyond me. Maybe it was like the same song sung by different singers. A piano piece played by different pianists. A symphony performed by different orchestras with different conductors. One thing, though, something was always missing. I didn’t figure it out at the time, but later I realized what it was. The orgasms were different from the kind I get from masturbating, but they were without a partner. The partner was missing. There was no one to share the experience, not that orgasms even with partners are really shared, but ... Or maybe the partner was someone or something beyond my comprehension. I’m thinking I’m going to portal back to Q1 someday soon for further study.