Outsider Art

A couple nights ago I went to the Downtown Eatery and got to chat with my friend Jillian, whom I hadn’t seen in ages. She’s been watching a lot of documentaries lately and told me about a man she’s become obsessed with named Henry Darger.
I haven’t seen the movie yet so I don’t know much about him, but his story is fascinating! He was a janitor in Chicago who became famous after he died for his 15,000+ page manuscript, which he had illustrated himself and titled The Story of the Vivian Girls, in What is known as the Realms of the Unreal, of the Glandeco-Angelinnian War Storm, Caused by the Child Slave Rebellion.



Darger never set foot in an art class and actually led an interesting and sordid life. Everything he did was self-taught, and the results are gorgeous.








The first time I ever saw outsider art was when I was in high school, and I fell in love. There’s something about the sensibilities a person has when they aren’t formally taught how to make art which I really appreciate.
Sometimes I find myself jealous of people who haven’t been ‘trained’ in art because their minds are more free than mine could ever be! When I sit down to draw, I have all these thoughts flowing through my head that revolve around what previous professors have drilled into me over the years. If only there was a way to un-learn myself!
If you’re interested in the documentary, it’s called In the Realms of the Unreal.
Photos via PBS, Sara Ayers, Hammer Gallery and Lost At E Minor

















