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Outsider artist illustrated fantastical, disturbing tales
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CHICAGO -- It took death for anyone to notice Henry Darger.

The tiny, unkempt recluse spent 54 years in the most menial of hospital jobs. In his off hours, he attended Catholic Mass — as many as five times some Sundays — and rummaged through garbage cans. But most of his time was spent in a tiny, cluttered apartment, where he could be heard talking to himself in a bewildering array of voices while pecking away at an ancient typewriter.

Just before Darger’s death in 1973 at age 81, volunteers cleaning out piles of newspapers, magazines and comic books from his room made an astounding discovery: three massive manuscripts, including a 10-volume tome estimated at 9 million words — 16 times longer than a standard English translation of “War and Peace” — and a trove of watercolors and collages he’d created to illustrate his stories.

Now, 35 years after his death, the man who lived a life of obscurity is one of the most famous and disturbing figures in the history of outsider art — produced by people who are untrained, visionary, and sometimes demonstrably insane. His work fetches upward of $80,000 and his room is recreated at a new permanent exhibit at the Chicago gallery, Intuit: The Center for Intuitive and Outsider Art.

Part of Darger’s attraction is the mystery surrounding his life and art.

Most of his stories and illustrations, some set on another planet, involve prepubescent girls — particularly the seven Vivian sisters, daughters of a general, who all are blonde and about 10 years old. Darger illustrated his works with hundreds of hand-colored collages, up to 12 feet long and many double-sided, assembled from images he had clipped or traced from magazines and other sources.

The differences in his depictions can be stark and startling. The Vivian girls and their companions sometimes play in fanciful gardens or are shown being aided by monsters called “blengins.” But other pictures show the girls, often naked and with male genitalia, battling oppressor soldiers. Sometimes the soldiers are shown strangling the girls, impaling them with bayonets, and disemboweling them. There is no rape, nor any mention of sexual activity.

It all deepens the mystery surrounding Darger and his troubled childhood.

Darger scholar Michael Bonesteel said in a recent interview that he believes Darger suffered from gender confusion, “possibly caused by sexual abuse when he was a child.”

The strange sexuality of Darger’s fantasy world, plus the striking colors and imagery of his art, also attracted the interest of pyschotherapist-turned-art historian John M. MacGregor in 1989. Every summer for 10 years, MacGregor took a train from his home in San Francisco to Chicago, where he spent weeks alone in Darger’s former room.

MacGregor, who published the 2002 biography, “Henry Darger: In The Realms of The Unreal,” learned that Darger was a product of the Chicago immigrant slums, and that his mother had died of septicemia a few days before his fourth birthday.

Darger’s father, an invalid, could not care for his son and placed him in a Catholic charitable institution called the “News Boys’ Home.”

Although Darger was intellectually gifted enough to skip two grades in elementary school, he was hard to control. At age 12 or 13, he was sent downstate to The Lincoln Asylum for Feeble-Minded Children in 1904. He escaped in 1909, took a train as far as Decatur, and then walked 180 miles to Chicago. Except for brief military training in 1917, he never left the city again.

His manuscripts and the largest body of his collages and watercolors are housed at the American Folk Art Museum in New York. Another major collection is at the Musee de l’Art Brut in Lausanne, Switzerland.

American, European and, particularly, Japanese authorities on outsider art have praised Darger as one of the world’s most significant artists in the genre. They point to his single-minded devotion to his vision, its complexity, and his utter lack of self-censorship in letting his subconscious flow onto the page.

They say he created his own dream world, and then moved into it.

Bonesteel, an art magazine editor who published “Henry Darger: Art and Selected Writings,” in 2000, sees Darger as an innocent — an arrested child.

“I think his fiction and pictures are a projection of his horrific childhood,” he said, noting that the asylum in Lincoln was the center of repeated scandals while Darger was a resident there.

The supervisor was accused of covering up abuses, including the scalding death of one child, severe burns to another and rat bites to a third. A physician assistant conducted anatomy lectures using body parts from deceased residents, referring to the dead children by name. And another staff member died after castrating himself in the belief that sexual urges were causing his epilepsy.

“But Darger didn’t complain about the place after his escape,” Bonesteel said. “It was as close to a home as any place he’d been.”

Take a look
An exhibit showing a small and incredibly cluttered room belonging to reclusive Chicago writer-artist Henry Darger is seen as it was reassembled and on display at Intuit: The Center for Intuitive and Outsider Art on Tuesday, May 6, 2008, in Chicago. The room is where Darger typed out what is probably the longest fictional narrative in the English language _ plus a shorter sequel, which is still about six times the length of the King James Bible. And it's also where Darger illustrated his works with hundreds of collages and watercolors; some of them nine feet long, and many of them double-sided. Darger died in 1973 at age 81. (AP Photo/Charles Rex Arbogast)
A table with tempera paints and various other art supplies is seen at an exhibit of a room belonging to reclusive and disturbing Chicago writer-artist Henry Darger at Intuit: The Center for Intuitive and Outsider Art on Tuesday, May 6, 2008, in Chicago. Darger lived in the room for more than 40 years. It was saved from the wrecking ball and reassembled at Intuit. Darger died in 1973 at age 81. (AP Photo/Charles Rex Arbogast)
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Catfish wrote on Jun 10, 2008 12:54 PM:

" JIPSI:
Was just curious how your credentials stacked up against those who chose to give Darger's works a permanent exhibit. Not the first artist to be deranged, different, reclusive and/or possibly sexually aberent. Not the first artist-on-artist spat... "

jipsi wrote on Jun 9, 2008 10:16 AM:

" Catfish: I've probably spent more time than most on 'investigating' the oddity and horror that is/was Henry Darger.
As an ARTIST, myself, I would have given Darger more of a 'benefit of the doubt' than most others in society might have, being the more 'liberal' on the subject.

If serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer, in his cell, started drawing and distributing self-portraits, I'd be MORE INCLINED to call THAT "art", than the unintentional 'art' left by Darger.
But I do give Darger thumbs up for spending his time MUCH MORE WISELY than he might have.

He's NOT something 'new'; his "work" has been a subject of contention for several decades now, more recently heralded as 'outsider art'. AFTER knowing as much as I know about this, I feel I AM 'qualified' to make MY opinion/statement on the subject.
And you? "

Catfish wrote on Jun 9, 2008 9:28 AM:

" Just when was it the two of you read the man's writings and viewed his paintings in order to decide his works don't meet your criteria for art? An artist who is reclusive and different? Imagine that! "

jipsi wrote on Jun 9, 2008 8:16 AM:

" StarTwinkle: You added another, immensely troubling aspect to this... The Darger thing... is HIS accounting of his mortal 'time' elevated to "more artworthy" (than any other person's journals, sketchbooks, scrapbooks, etc. after-death) BECAUSE of its extreme, umm, strangeness?
It must be, to follow the logic here. As you theorized, if someone's tangible works after-death are, in fact, a LEGACY of masterpiece and treasure, then all survivors should take note (of the reclusive, cluttered scribblers in their midst) and start planning to rake in money someday! NOT. (insert wry grin)...
I had, up until this point, respected 'outsider art' as that of people who exhibit a talent and joy for their craft, despite being untrained, unsophisticated and, perhaps, less ambitious, than their degreed, more focused counterparts.
Now, I've been warned...
(insert another, less cheerful, grin)

PS: Read more about Henry Darger. Google him. Not for the squeamish. The story here is rated 'G", compared to what's out there. "

star-twinkle wrote on Jun 9, 2008 7:06 AM:

" jipsi,
I am not an artist, but I am a fairly well educated person (masters of science degree) and have had enough art classes to agree with you completely. If this collection of writing and scrawlings is so important to the world that it must be saved for posterity, then I am at a loss as to why there is no similar exhibition of the works of my friend's grandmother. She kept daily logs of her activities and a journal/diary, and her house was cluttered with newspapers and "junque"...should we have saved this after her death as a snapshot of her daily life of obscurity and suffering? (She must have been a tortured soul, if you were to read the drudgery she documented..oh, the agony of repeated trips to the grocer, the torturous dry cleaning runs...the physician initiated check ups....!) And, of course, she could be compared to Darger, since she had a very cluttered lifestyle (read: a psyche in turmoil). I am sure Darger would be bewildered by this whole situation, were he alive today. "

jipsi wrote on Jun 9, 2008 12:58 AM:

" Sorry...typo: it was supposed to read "...gross misunderstanding OF true art." , NOT "gross misunderstanding OR true art." "

jipsi wrote on Jun 9, 2008 12:54 AM:

" (#2, cont. from #1)...
For people to exalt his leavings (certainly not worthy of a better word, IMHO) as ART or literature is both a sad reflection of human society's timeless fascination with the macabre AND a gross misunderstanding or true art.
Art should be ART when it is created with that in mind, not someone's leftovers of private affliction. Otherwise, we may as well examine, and oooh and aaahh over, the 'beauty' behind a trail of spittle on the asphalt or the greasy yellowed stains left behind on a diner's napkin.
JUST my opinion, of course. (and I am an artist, 30 years' profession and trade) "

jipsi wrote on Jun 9, 2008 12:54 AM:

" I'm just glad this guy had his art and writing to pore, AND 'pour' himself, into... if not, he might've been a violent criminal/serial killer on par with Jack the Ripper or J.W. Gacy/J. Dahmer. Regardless of his 'extraordinary' technique with watercolors, or over-blown writing prowess (the multi-volume piece he wrote, subtitled "In the Realms of the Unreal"), this man was not intent on being an artist OR writer: he was obviously, quite simply, living out some of the most morally bankrupt, disturbing and sick fantasies, on a daily basis throughout his reclusive life. He was living the life he obviously 'preferred', behind closed doors, in his own mind, and putting pen and brush to paper made this 'world' REAL to him...
AGAIN, thank God he had an inexhaustable outlet for his miscreant pursuits...
I'm sorry, just my opinion.... (#1... continued next post, #2) "

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