My half of an art trade with the criminally talented darkwaterfrey. This is the first painting I've done since November, and now I'm itching for more. Good art is the best payment for anything, provided you don't need money for food, and I'm happy to say that Doug has more than delivered on his side of the bargain. Then again, so did birdpopcicle, who traded her incomparably great finch for my young lady with the feral fashion sense.

If anybody is up for more trading (did you get my e-mail Sarah?), I might be able to squeeze a few more in before things get really frantic with my current comic project.

This Friday I get to haul myself out of bed early (when you don't get to sleep until seven in the morning you are perfectly justified in calling eleven o'clock 'early'), to go give a talk to an Illustration class at the Art Institute of York. I am probably the least qualified person for this job, so it should be interesting.