The Art Institute of Chicago
Through Jan. 3, 2010
James Castle would seem to have been on the cutting edge of several 20th-century artistic movements, said Rachel Wolff in TheDailyBeast.com. In a life spanning 1899 to 1977, he created thousands of works. His drawings can be reminiscent of surrealism; text-based pieces seem “dutifully dada”; and countless collages and cardboard sculptures “use the same language as pop.” Yet in fact, “Castle had no known knowledge of art history or modernism.” Born deaf, he never learned to read, write, or speak, “and only once did he ever leave his home state of Idaho.” This exhibition, the first major retrospective of his art, may establish Castle as the ultimate “outsider artist.” Cut off from communication with the outside world, he lived almost entirely in a visual universe of his own making.
“When discussing ‘outsider’ artists, the temptation is to rely on quirky biography as a predominant critical device,” said Erik Wennermark in Chicago’s Newcity. But that’s a condescending attitude. It wasn’t so much Castle’s deafness as his lack of access to decent art supplies that drove the most distinctive element of his work—his “supremely inventive use of odd materials.” Working with whatever he could scrounge in his family’s remote farmhouse, “Castle was like an art MacGyver, using soot and spit, the dye off wet crepe paper, ice cream cartons, and really whatever he could get his hands on.” He employed the soot and spit as ink for his drawings, and his three-dimensional “constructions”—often human figures—incorporated “found” objects such as “light sockets or even chairs.” The resulting body of work is distinctive and fascinating enough to “speak for itself.”
Yet it would be foolish to deny that Castle’s disability affected his art, said Lynne Cooke in Artforum. The key factor was not his deafness but instead his extreme social isolation. He was fascinated by people: Besides creating all those cardboard humans, he made countless drawings of domestic scenes “replete with a quiet melancholia.” This exhibition rightly celebrates Castle’s heroic achievements in the face of many obstacles. Yet the celebratory tone can obscure the pain at the heart of this art. After all, that’s “what makes this work so exceptional—a worldview evidently rent by fractures and fissures, yet nonetheless, and against the odds, tenuously held in place.”
