Henry Joseph Darger, Jr. (/ˈdɑːrdʒər/; c. April 12, 1892 – April 13, 1973) was a reclusive American writer and artist who worked as a hospital custodian in Chicago, Illinois. He has become famous for his posthumously discovered 15,145-page, single-spaced fantasy manuscript called The Story of the Vivian Girls, in What is Known as the Realms of the Unreal, of the Glandeco-Angelinian War Storm, Caused by the Child Slave Rebellion, along with several hundred drawings and watercolor paintings illustrating the story. The visual subject matter of his work ranges from idyllic scenes in Edwardian interiors and tranquil flowered landscapes populated by children and fantastic creatures, to scenes of horrific terror and carnage depicting young children being tortured and massacred. Much of his artwork is mixed media with collage elements. Darger's artwork has become one of the most celebrated examples of outsider art.
Darger was born in Chicago, Illinois, to Rosa Fullman and Henry Darger, Sr. on April 12, 1892.Cook County records show he was born at home, located at 350 W. 24th Street. When he was four years old his mother died of puerperal fever after giving birth to a daughter, who was given up for adoption; Henry Darger never knew his sister. One of Darger's biographers, the art historian and psychologist John M. MacGregor, discovered that Rosa had two children before Henry, but did not discover their whereabouts.
Who'll save the poor little girl?
Henry Darger
Henry Darger
Who'll save the poor little girl?
O, Henry...
Who'll tell the story of her?
Henry Darger
Henry Darger
Who'll tell it all to the world?
O, Henry...
Who'll buy the carbon paper now?
Henry Darger
Henry Darger
Who'll trace the lines of her mouth?
O, Henry...
Who will conquer foreign worlds
Searching for the stolen girls?
Princesses you'll never fear
The patron saint of girls is here!
Who will draw the calvary in
Risk his very own precious skin
To make our Angelinia a free and peaceful land again?
Henry
Who'll love a poor orphan child?
Henry Darger
Henry Darger
Lost, growing savage and wild?
O, Henry
O, Henry