We can’t help but look back on a year as it approaches its end. Especially when you’re as self-absorbed and obsessive as this poor fool.
But.
As I was clearing off my desk, sifting through months of old drawings and prints, I was struck by that dizzying feeling that most artists can relate to, as he/she looks at old art with fresh, horrified eyes. The strips for this very comic, less than a year old, looked drastically different than I remembered, the linework crude, the proportions laughable.
With a weekly webcomic, it’s easy to start feeling like you’re on a treadmill, forcing yourself to produce new work with no clear feeling of progress or accomplishment, especially if you’re creating a bizarre, potentially abrasive comic like this one. But if nothing else, churning out these comics all year has honed my skills, further developing both pen and eye. I’ve definitely learned how to draw sexy, stubbly men so much better.

Is it weird, or just inevitable, that I’ve been so obsessed with male musculature this year? And the clavicle, and ribcage, and shoulders. Mmm.
But, of course, these retrospective fits always end with the sheer certainty that your current work isn’t nearly as good as you think it is, and that in six months you’ll look back into the now with your from-the-future eyes and vomit a little at your own past-self’s feeble attempts at drawing elbows.

It’s also pretty funny to look at how much certain characters (Mantis-Man) have changed quite a bit, but others (Ethan) are pretty much exactly the same. And, I mean, they’re perpetually bickering n’ boozing.
Anyway.
I guess, like a shark–or Sharkbitch– you must always keep swimming ahead, or drown in your own gill juice. Also, don’t eat humans.