The subject of Miroslav Tichý is so large and replete with ramifications that I almost don't know where to begin; I'm beset by the feeling that he's a transcendent primitive, photography's William Blake.
The artist’s tireless capturing of his immediate environment seems like an attempt to get a grip on a reality from which he has withdrawn and that is now rejecting him in return. In allusion to Plato’s cave allegory, he regards the world as mere reflection and himself as its only conscious observer. (M1M)
Miroslav Tichý with two of his homemade cameras
Should the path fascinate, here's a start:
Texts at tichyocean.ch
Mike (Thanks to Kathleen and others)