I had a good feeling for colour

But I just could not draw

When I stripped it down

It was just another whim

I was hoping to be discovered

It was all financed by my father

He always paid my fees

No matter how pointless the journey

Nobody purchased any of my creations

So I began using my first name

Lynda was creating a brand

You Are My Killer

Was a rare success

I threw sea glass and pebbles

Into long abandoned rock pools

And was featured

In a couple of magazines

I then began to use

Myself as a model

My body was an open canvas

Landscapes of Architectural Studies

These were my favoured styles

Before the sheer ordinariness

Of it all just suffocated me

As it always did during my Dog Days