Drevorezba Františka Kaclíka

Keď mal môj otec Fran­ti­šek Kac­lík 44 rokov, bolo mu ope­ro­va­né srd­ce. Vte­dy som mal 7 rokov. Násled­ne už nikdy nebol bež­ným spô­so­bom zamest­na­ný. Pra­co­val potom už len buď pár hodín den­ne, ale­bo ako zástup cez let­né práz­dni­ny. Vždy bol pomer­ne manu­ál­ne zruč­ný, ale nikde to nemal pries­tor prí­liš roz­ví­jať. Iba v bež­ných pod­mien­kach bytu a chaty.

Po ope­rá­cii mu zra­zu osta­lo veľ­mi veľa času a potre­bo­val nie­čo robiť. Pove­dal by som, že nemal neja­ké koníč­ky, kto­ré by mohol v byte, resp. v mes­te Pieš­ťa­ny rea­li­zo­vať. Nebol nikdy ani veľ­mi sociál­ne aktív­ny, nebol prá­ve aktív­ne spo­lo­čen­ský. Naj­mä z roz­prá­va­nia viem, keď­že v tom čase som bol ešte die­ťa, že skú­šal vše­li­čo, ale schop­nosť vyre­zá­vať aj jeho, aj jeho oko­lie dosť prek­va­pi­lo. Najprv bola asi koža, kto­rá sa asi nie­kde ​“vyskyt­la” a neskôr sa mu asi zapá­či­li die­la dru­hých. Otec vyre­zá­val, pre­to­že ho to bavi­lo. Nešlo o ume­lec­kú hod­no­tu, čas­to obkres­lil neja­ké pôvod­né die­lo, neja­ký motív a pod­ľa neho tvo­ril kópie. Postup­ne sa tie­to ​“výrob­ky” viac a viac líši­li od pred­lo­hy. Buď kvô­li neja­kej vade dre­va, zjed­no­du­še­niu, ale čias­toč­ne aj pre neja­kú tvo­ri­vosť. Vymýš­ľať si a tvo­riť čis­to pod­ľa seba začal až ove­ľa neskôr. Odha­dol by som to, že až po 15-​tich rokoch. Otec zomrel v roku 2021, posled­né roky už oča­ká­va­teľ­ne nevyrezával. 

When my fat­her, Fran­ti­šek Kac­lík, was 44 years old, he had heart sur­ge­ry. I was 7 years old at the time. After the sur­ge­ry, he was never emplo­y­ed in a regu­lar job again. He only wor­ked a few hours a day or as a tem­po­ra­ry repla­ce­ment during sum­mer holi­da­ys. He was quite skil­led with his hands, but he never had much oppor­tu­ni­ty to deve­lop this talent, except under nor­mal apart­ment and cot­ta­ge conditions.

After the sur­ge­ry, he sud­den­ly had a lot of free time and needed somet­hing to do. I would say he did­n’t have hob­bies that he could pur­sue in an apart­ment or in the town of Pieš­ťa­ny. He was never very social­ly acti­ve and wasn’t par­ti­cu­lar­ly out­go­ing. From what I’ve heard, sin­ce I was still a child at the time, he tried vari­ous things, but his abi­li­ty to car­ve sur­pri­sed both him and tho­se around him.

He star­ted with leat­her, which some­how came into his posses­si­on, and later he beca­me inte­res­ted in the works of others. My fat­her car­ved becau­se he enjo­y­ed it. It was­n’t about artis­tic value; he often tra­ced an ori­gi­nal work or a motif and cre­a­ted copies. Gra­du­al­ly, the­se ​“pro­ducts” began to dif­fer more and more from the ori­gi­nal, eit­her due to some defect in the wood, sim­pli­fi­ca­ti­on, or part­ly due to some cre­a­ti­vi­ty. He star­ted inven­ting and cre­a­ting pure­ly from his ima­gi­na­ti­on much later, pro­bab­ly after about 15 years. My fat­her pas­sed away in 2021, and in his last years, he unders­tan­dab­ly no lon­ger carved.

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