Miroslav Tichý, born in 1926, was a reclusive artist who resided in his hometown of Kyjov, Czech Republic, for most of his life. He studied at the Academy of Fine Arts in Prague, and for a time seemed on the path to becoming an esteemed painter in the modernist mode. He was a painter until the late 1960s, when he started taking photos, mostly of local women sunbathing, using equipment that he built himself. The cameras were crudely made of cardboard, bottle caps, and rubber bands. Tichy mounted his photos in his own handmade frames and embellished many of them with pen and pencil markings.
For a long time, Tichy was something between a charming oddity and a local bogeyman. He was frequently arrested for hanging around the local pool and snapping pictures of unsuspecting women. The fact that this was all occurring under an oppressive Communist regime added a certain air of rebellion to the proceedings, whether or not he intended it. With time, the locals grew accustomed to his presence and would often welcome having their photos taken.
His soft focus, fleeting glimpses of the women of Kyjov are skewed, spotted and badly printed — flawed by the limitations of his primitive equipment and a series of deliberate processing mistakes meant to add “poetic imperfections”. Of his technical methods, Tichy has said, “First of all, you have to have a bad camera”, and, “If you want to be famous, you must do something more badly than anybody in the entire world.”
Tichy continued to live in Kyjov but was essentially was unreachable. He suffered from dementia and had to be taken care of by his neighbor. He most likely destroyed the majority of the work he produced over the course of his life in what can romantically be described as fits of artistic madness. Tichý died on April 12, 2011 in Kyjov, Czech Republic [via Vice and other sources] For more of this work, check out Tichy Ocean, his official foundation, at www.tichyocean.ch.
Non riuscivo a capire bene dai video….
quindi sono andata a curiosare…
E’ una storia stranissima , unica nel suo genere…
mi ha dato svariate emozioni…
Molto bello il tuo post, da rivedere quando la vita ci scoraggia…
: “Un errore. Questo è ciò che rende la poesia”.
Non so se la traduzione è corretta…ma il concetto
è quello giusto.
..io credo che lui abbia pensato quando gli sono stati dati i
riconoscimenti : ” questi son tutti matti.”…non sapendo che diceva la verità.
vento
Un poeta istintivo dell’immagine, come forse dovrebbe essere sempre la poesia, istintiva e mai ricercata 🙂
…grazie.
buona giornata
Definizione stupenda…Concordo.
Trovo poetica anche la sua faccia 🙂
D’accordo anche su questo 🙂 pure la sua attrezzatura fotografica, lo è.