Why drawing swimmers is almost better than the real thing (swimming) I am that kind of person who doesn’t find much comfort in the water. I easily get cold feet. And I sense all kind of dangers lurking under the water surface — algae touching my belly, fish nibbling my skin. First things first: I haven’t been swimming this entire summer. Not even once! That’s even more surprising since I used to be a triathlete for decades, spending endless hours in the pool, trying to improve my crawl stroke. I silently hated it. Even more astonishing it is that nonetheless I managed to jump into lakes, rives and even the open sea, often freezing cold, as the prelude to what was my real passion — the 180 km bike ride, followed by the marathon run. I belong to the land. Still, this summer I longed for water. A lot. Or maybe it’s the shades of blue I was longing for — the turquoise, cobalt and dark navy? I created a small series of swimmers just …