A reclusive janitor in Chicago who lived and died alone, Henry Darger spent his nights building a world no one ever saw—an epic 15,000-page novel and hundreds of vivid, violent, and childlike illustrations hidden in his one-room apartment. Orphaned young, institutionalized, and forgotten, he conjured a private cosmos where innocence fought back: the Vivian Girls, child-saints with swords, battled monstrous adult regimes in a sprawling war of good and evil.
He never shared it. Never exhibited. Never even spoke of it.
It was his response to grief.
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Henry Darger: Museum of Modern Art
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