I’ve been falling in and out of love with this shot for a while now. Sometimes it’s my favourite shot from the story and sometimes I can’t even look at it. I have that problem a lot, but for some reason, more so with this panel. It’s a tricky one. It’s weird… the older I get (and therefore hopefully the better I get) the less I like my own artwork. When I was late teens/early twenties, I thought my artwork was brilliant. I look back on that work now and I want to weep, it’s so bad. But at the time I thought it was great stuff. It maybe evening out a little bit more over the last couple years. I still think OCT is one of the best things I’ve ever drawn and it’s a couple of years old now. I thought by this point, heading into my late twenties, I’d be at that point were magic flows from my fingers every time pencil touches paper and something special would happen, you know?
I always wonder if truly great comic artist know they’re great? Do they always look at their artwork and think “yep…still awesome, still got it.”
I’m starting to feel shitty now, I’m going to go watch some Batman Porn to cheer myself up. Why are girls dressed up as Batgirl or Catwoman so sexy?
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