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DrForrester87

I'm a victim of circumstance!
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Well, for one, I've not made an entry in here in ages. Also, I'm terrible at replying to comments on here. Like, people thank me for fav'ing their work and sometimes it takes months for me to go through the comment stack. With that being the case, if you're coming to thank me for enjoying your art and you happen to read this: I do appreciate your gratitude and keep up the fantastic work! 
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Been a While.

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So, I haven't put up a journal entry since last April. Yeah. I haven't done much with DA for a long while now and I don't know if that will change any. But, one thing I've noticed is that when I browse art to favorite...it's all bizarre fetishes, furry/brony art, and smut. And some of it is badly done smut at that. I mean, if the only way to generate attention to your stuff is by creating essentially nothing but porn...you're wasting your time and should find something else to do with yourself. Because obviously, no one is looking at your stuff for the sake of quality. Same with the weird fetish stuff. It detracts and takes away views from others on this site who are putting up beautiful pieces that should be receiving more attention than someone who spent five minutes in MS paint to make an inflated furry getting off to someone else's feet while wearing a shit-stained diaper. 
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Since I've updated my journal. I haven't been on DA much of late the last year or so. And I haven't really done much in the way of art stuff over the last year, either. At least, not that I've posted up on here. SO, what's new with me? Well, a part from a whole lot of nothing...uh...a whole lot of nothing! My life basically consists of work and then going home, messing with my Sims for a couple hours, eating, listening to few songs, and then sleep. As you can imagine, wedging in drawing can be difficult once this becomes an entrenched habit. I have had plenty of ideas, however, and some of them maybe coming to frution as we get into summer 2k16. I intend to put more drawings on here, maybe some gunpla/other model images, and something else that's been rattling in my head for about four months or so. I know I have a lot of these "I will do more" moments and my journal has a handful of them...that were never followed up on. That being said, I will endeavor for that not to be the case this time. 
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So, I decided to get a premium membership finally after um, hold on...about six years. Anyway, I have a few things scanned up, a few things I'm working on, and a couple I plan to upload sometime today. As it is snowing and I essentially don't have functioning windshield wipers I've been stuck here until the snow ends. And it seems to be quite a bit of it. So just a little update there since it's been something like four months since I've updated my journal.
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Remembering

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So at 2:13 pm CDT October 30th, my grandfather, Ronald "Jack" Sanders passed away. It was not unexpected as he had been in deteriorating health for a while. But, I'm not going to focus on the fact that he's now gone. There is a lesson to be learnt in our relationship that I know is relevant to many people. For almost the first two decades of my life, my grandfather was essentially a non-entity. I would see him in passing if mom took me to where he worked because she needed something or wanted to ask him something. He stopped by a the rarest of occasions, but I can only really remember one of them.  My grandparents had divorced while my mom was still young and he had re-married and so he tended to deal with that end of the family more often. How much of this was Betty's doing I'm not sure. Though, knowing Betty as I do, I'm sure a large portion was the result of her micro-managing how he spent his time off work. 

And it was because of this that a resentment built up in me. In fourth grade, I wore his old army uniform and while trick-or-treating that Halloween, I went to a house and the woman asked me where I got the uniform and I said something to the effect of it belonged to my "dead beat grandpa." I let this stranger see a glimpse of the distance between the two of us and she gently attempted to push the "dead beat" notion from my mind. And, it worked for the most part. But, it wouldn't be until after I was out of high school that the situation changed.

My Grandfather's eye sight began to slip and after a car accident I was volunteered by my mother to drive him into work at night. This began a few years of errand running and more importantly: My relationship with my Grandfather. I discovered in our runs for Betty's bird seed (over two hundred pounds of it) and taking him into work, or the occasional trips to take Betty to the doctor (Grandpa and I would go shop and eat while she was there) that the two of us actually got a long really well. We picked on mom when she couldn't get the camera going, we picked on my grandma, Elaine, we had our own little inside jokes and games. And I often began to wonder if I could go back to the little boy who did not yet know his grandfather, and told him about the relationship he would get to have and the time he would eventually spend with him-if that kid would ever believe it. It was a shame the two of us didn't get a chance to have a longer time together, but eight years was long enough for me to appreciate being able to know him. My paternal grandfather, Rodger Hansen, died in 1979 of cancer. So, I never got the chance to know him at all. And if not for a bad eye, I may have never gotten to really know my maternal grandfather, either. 

Our lives are short. Too short to take the people in our families for granted. Too short to let life get in the way of kinship. It's too short not to make the effort. And it's too short to let things in the past keep you apart from people in the present. I ended up having a truly blessed time getting to know a man that without whom, I wouldn't even exist. Sometimes, making the effort won't be enough to bridge the gulfs between us and everyone. But, if we don't try; we won't know.
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