I was just looking back at some of the sketches I did a few years ago (Sketchdump folder, in case you were wondering). Call it nostalgia, or just me not knowing where those sketchbooks went after I moved. It's funny how at the time, I thought they were close to the best thing I could ever produce... or at least good enough to upload. Yet when I look back at them now, I see how much they lack, and why people didn't like 'em. They were bad. Honestly.
The point is not that those sketches were awful. It took me a lot of blood, sweat and tears to even produce them. And although I might not have the physical drawings anymore, I do have the memory of how much time I spend on fiddling to at least try and get the anatomy right. They're part of a path. Part of a long journey that I'm still on nowadays. And truly hope that within another 4 or 5 years I look back on my stuff and think to myself; "Damn!