The Hidden
by Ken Walker
Title
The Hidden
Artist
Ken Walker
Medium
Digital Art - Digital Painting
Description
9th in a series of stories, poems, and musings of this life we find ourselves in.
- I find myself struggling to put the proper words to this new abstract, some inspired prose to bring meaning to seemingly random shapes and strokes of color. In truth, I struggled with it's creation, with many revisions destroyed, leading me to the conclusion that it was better left undone. What has shaken me is the realization that the painting itself IS meaningless, unfinished, utter nonsense, save for the slightly out of focus blackness. The iteration before this was destined for the heap, like all its predecessors, when I saw a faint shadow, a specter beneath the surface like some ominous foreboding. With nothing to lose, I threw caution to the wind and set the dark shape free. And there it was. Still. Dark. Staring back at me from the canvas.
For as long as I can remember, I've felt it's presence, though only of late have I been able to see it more clearly in my mind's eye. I know more about what it is and how it functions, thought have yet to peel back its many layers. I attempted to properly describe what the blackness, a.k.a., "The Hidden", is, but each version ended in failure, either sounding certifiable, vague, or just plain empty.
Despite this, I will offer a glimpse of what I know for me to be true, insufficient as it may be:
The Hidden lurks beneath the surface
shaping how I have come to view the world around me.
The Hidden was once a sanctuary
to a small child needing a place to escape from his enemies
The Hidden has now become a prison
for I am no longer a child and have no need of such a place
The Hidden's nature is to lock away
painful memories, away from the light
The Hidden does not want to be found
the journey to discovery is not for the faint of heart
The Hidden will fight to the death to remain in darkness
using all the weapons in its arsenal: fear, lies, and apathy
The Hidden can be overcome
using all the weapons in my arsenal: hope, love, truth
The Hidden grows smaller and weaker
for I see it more clearly for what it is moment by moment
The Hidden cannot stand against the light of truth
I will re-frame the memories of the past
The Hidden will one day be revealed
this is the hope that drives me onward
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April 6th, 2020
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VIVA Anderson
Fantastic, image, prose, fv....back ASAP, v. Soon....kudos.....,a mystic among “us”.....wonderful....V
Ken Walker replied:
Glad you're ok. Even for me, being at home is starting to getting old, and that is saying something!