"Twisted Realism" A visual artist, creating moody black and white tonal drawings in charcoal, pastel and graphite. Inspired by the human figure, story telling and Europe.


Last Days In Lausanne

Saturday morning. It's been a great week, but Saturday morning is the same feeling half a world away. In fact as I sit here writing this late in the afternoon, I know there's an recorded West Coast Eagles and Geelong game to watch on the TV, and I can hear a lawnmower outside. I can almost feel the fresh cut grass.

Today after breakfast we drive around Lake Geneva and have coffee in the little village of Rolle. There's a strange haze over the lake that blurs the distinction between water and sky.
The boats sit becalmed in some nether region between. It's beautiful and timeless.

Lausanne is the world HQ for the Olympic Committee. We wander up through the immaculately groomed grounds, past sculptures loaded with the Olympic ideal, and are amazed at the wonderful examples of various world records displayed throughout  the gardens.

We sit at the waters edge at Ouchy and pinch ourselves.

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