I first met Miroslav Tichý artwork n Prague through his cameras—improvised, stubborn, and utterly free. As a Brazilian living here for years, I was captivated by the way his rough tools and quiet vision turned time and flaws into poetry. That encounter became a long, joyful dive: looking, reading, building. Technology changes; trends come and go; people move and reinvent themselves. What stays is the human urge to make images, to experiment, to enjoy the process.