The Weekend Dilemma

📮 (Leave me alone)

Hello Powells,

It’s the weekend. I am unsure about weekends. I feel discombobulated that I have been abruptly separated from the comfortable routine of my working week and I waft about from room to room unsure what to do with myself. I think it’s the curse of the illustrator; I would like to fill my weekend by drawing the things I didn’t get chance to draw in the week. I would like to visit a second-hand bookstore in the hope of finding a vintage Ronald Searle and then return to the studio, feeling the creative spark of inspiration coursing through my veins, to throw ink about and create a masterpiece, before retiring to bed to read PG Wodehouse.

Unfortunately, other people being off work means they ask me to do things, and I can’t very well tell them that I’d like to spend the next two days in much the same way as I spend the other 5 days. They wouldn’t understand. And so, I end up torn, like Natalie Imbruglia. I don’t lie naked on the floor like she did though; my stone cottage floor is too cold for that, maybe she had underfloor heating. Drawing for me is not a job, it’s now a part of me in a way I cannot explain and I want to do more of it.

So if everyone could just leave me alone, that would be great.

Powell x