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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.
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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.

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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

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