Rene Ketiš (2001) is an artist who photographs the way most people type messages at three in the morning – without a real plan, but with plenty of emotion and a bit of doubt about life decisions. His approach to photography is completely spontaneous, which is the artistic way of saying: “I shoot whatever I feel like, and if it turns out well, I’m a genius.”
His fetish? Everyday life. But not the romantic everyday life where sunlight pours through coffee by the window. No, Rene loves misery, banality, and the cramp of reality – all the things normal people would rather ignore, he elevates into art. He photographs leftovers, run-over plastic bottles, and parties where there’s more beer on the floor than in people.
Of course, Rene doesn’t do this with a digital camera like ordinary mortals – he uses analog black-and-white photography, because the “soul of film” captures the absurdity of existence better. His work oscillates between complete meaninglessness and raw truth. In short, Ketiš doesn’t search for beauty with his camera – he brutally kidnaps it from the darkest corners of everyday life. And although it seems like he has no idea what he’s doing, he somehow miraculously makes it work.
