Boris Kusenda
(1956-2007)
On the 30th December, Sunday morning, the world has suffered a great loss. Legendary
caricaturist, artist, painter, teacher, webdesigner, occasional writer
and a very funny man Boris Kusenda, my Dad left us. He managed to call
me and complained about his heart. When I arrived though, he was already
gone. What was left was his body in a blue pyjamas with his beautiful
boy-like blue eyes. He was lying in a bed very peacefully like a small
boy ready to listen to a fairy tale.
He gave us everything and wanted nothing in return. Perhaps, the best
way to describe my Dad is to say he was constantly making fun. He simply
could not stand to be or to see anyone being serious and would ridicule
them. It was hard to be angry at my Dad, or not to talk to him as he
would make jokes on you until you smiled. It was hard to take him as
a father -an authoritative figure holding on to the "head of family"
title. No, he didn't want to be like that and he was free, young(like
16 years of age? haha)in spirit. He always used to tell us: " When
I die, just throw me in a garbage can. Don't make a big deal out of
it" and he would laugh with us at it.
It was so funny. Usually, people take death very seriously, but my Dad
was quite the opposite. We talked about death many times and I am sure
he would want us to simply laugh at it, not cry. In fact, I have never
seen my Dad crying in my whole life. He was a teacher of philosophy
for many years back in Slovakia where we used to live and his philosophical
background was always there behind everything he said. "Philosophy
is bad for life, but good for death" -he told me once. So, now
when it finally happened we remember his words more than ever and in
this way he's making the situation easier for us even when he's not
here anymore. That is how he was always- thinking in advance. He left
behind over 1000 caricatures, many websites, over 10 000 former students
and many people who liked him very much. My mum and sister are here
in the apartment with me remembering and doing impersonation of my Dad.
It's getting better. So long Dad, I love you, you know it. Did you take
your pencil?
son Michal with family
P.S. This website will remain as a memory of his work.
IF YOU FEEL INSPIRED, PLEASE SHARE YOUR MEMORIES ABOUT BORIS HERE
30-teho Decembra, v nedelu rano sa pre svet stratil legendarny karikaturista,
umelec, maliar, profesor, prilezitostny spisovatel a velmi smiesny ujo,
moj tato Boris Kusenda. Stihol mi este zavolat a stazoval sa, ze ho
boli srdce, ci by som neprisiel: "Som myslel ze mi to prejde ale
uz od rana to mam. Sak nemusis, ak sa ti nechce, len potrebujem napisat
tomu chlapikovi, ze mi je zle, ze mu ten kseft nemozem dokoncit nacas.
Tak mu mozes napisat?" Ked som prisiel, uz bol prec. Co zostalo
bolo telo("Ale Michal, takto surovo? Haha. Co ich chces uplne odrovnat?")v
modrom pyzame s jeho krasnymi chlapcenskymi ocami, s ktorymi sa na tento
blaznivy svet pozeral. Lezal tam uplne pokojne akoby maly chlapec pripraveny
si vypocut rozpravku na dobru noc.
Dal nam vsetko a nic za to nechcel. Asi najlepsie sa da tato opisat
tak, ze to bol clovek co si neustale robi srandu. Proste nedokazal strpiet
vaznost, ci uz to videl na sebe alebo na niekom inom. Hned to zosmiesnoval.
Bolo tazke sa na neho hnevat, alebo s nim nerozpravat. Akonahle si to
urobil, tak ta zacal rozosmievat, pokial si sa nesmial. Niekedy bolo
vazne tazke ho brat ako otca-taku tu autoritativnu postavu, ktora sa
drzi toho titulu ze "hlava rodiny". Nie, jemu to bolo trapne
a nerad sa takou ulohou sputnaval. Casto som si hovoril, ze tato mi
pripada skor ako 16 rocny. Vzdy nam hovorieval: " Ked zomriem,
len ma hodte do smeti. Do recyklovanych tunak ma vyhodte pred dom"
a smial sa s nami na tom v zachvatoch. Bolo to take smiesne. Zvycajne
ludia beru smrt velmi vazne, ale tato bol uplny opak. O smrti sme vela
hovorili uz od malicka a som si isty, ze by teraz chcel aby sme sa na
tom smiali, nie ho oplakavali ako v nejakom filme. Vlastne som tata
za cely zivot nevidel plakat. Ked sme byvali este na Slovensku, tak
urcitu dobu ucil ako profesor filozofie a doma sme mali plnu knihovnicku
s filozofickymi knihami. Ono tam ta filozoficka povaha vzdy v tatovi
pretrvavala. Raz mi povedal: "Filozofia je zla pre zivot, ale dobra
pre smrt" a ked to povedal, tak sa potmehudsky usmial. Teraz, ked
sa to nakoniec stalo, pamatame na jeho slova viac ako inokedy predtym
a takto nam zlahcuje celu tuto zmatanu a tazku situaciu aj napriek tomu,
ze tu uz s nami bohuzial nie je. Taky bol vzdy -myslel dopredu. Tato
po sebe zanechal cez 1000 karikatur, niekolko web stranok, cez 10 000
byvalych studentov a vela ludi, ktori ho mali radi. S mamou a so sestrou
sme teraz tu v byte, spominame si na neho, napodobnujeme ho. Uz je to
lepsie. Tak sa maj, tato. Mam ta rad, sak vies. Reganovci! Ceruzku mas?
syn Michal s rodinou
P.S. Tato stranka ostane spomienkou na jeho pracu.
AK CITITE INSPIRACIU PROSIM, PODELTE SA O VASE SPOMIENKY NA BORISA TU
Teno vyrok poslal tato mame ked sa zoznamili:
Vsetci sa navzajom opustame, umierame, menime sa...prerastame svojich
najlepsich priatelov, ale aj ked ta naozaj opustim, budes uz mat nieco
z mojej bytosti, budes niekto uplne iny prave pre to, ze si ma poznala