August 27, 1947 - November 1, 1973
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Dedicated to young and aspiring artists and illustrators everywhere!
For the many friends and associates who knew Stephen including: Colleen, Lauri, Melissa, Jo, Allen, Bonna, Megan, Mitch, John, Teresa, Don, Eric, Ann, Susan, Beth ... gee, he had so many friends ... if you were one of them, thank you!

The following is a collection of muse from the journals of Stephen Norman Lynch. Some of the names may have been changed to preserve the anonymity of people mentioned.

June 17, 1972 Gainesville, Florida

I am in Jerry's (restaurant) with Mitch. There is an appointed hour. I have done a lot of candle gazing tonight. I feel bloated of sort. The light in this place could stand to be mellower. The glare of brightness is all I can stand though the music creeps in behind and soothes along with the caffeine.

I need a woman. I want the security of being looked at in an affectionate way. I feel on the edge of a precipice that falls into castigation, conflict from every direction as if molded in a prism-mirror. I've got to have that famine balance. My art is definitely not enough. But my woman must fit certain specifications. I can not be attached to what I consider less than attractive. I must be able to feel myself honestly to telling her of her beauty in poetry. I must be able to pay her compliments on her physical being. I must be able to make her see things about her self that she is not aware of. And she must love me and want to be with me a great deal of the time. We will be children together -- and lovers. She will be my lover, my mother and my sister and I will be her lover, her father and her brother.

A Muse

There are many avenues of loneliness that I need filled in. My versatility! I highly attribute myself but my confidence in women finding my attributes something attractive to them, to want to be attached to, such self esteem is low at present. I want a woman that I find appealing to cling to me at first sight. More often than not without that mysterious magic touch at the very beginning, I assume that I am rejected. Perhaps a bit over paranoid there. But it has come into that because I have been on this desert of loneliness for a long time without finding a friend.

Blue Muse in the Margin

To reflect alone is somehow detrimental. I want a stab at loving someone I desire. I feel pressured by competition. A mate does not come easily. Janine, I am beginning to think, is bad medicine to be around. Her fear of me is grossly disappointing and thus what must I think of myself? And she pisses me off with her way of telling me where she stands with us. I stand confused, reflective to the point of self condemnation. I am bored and feel tramped upon by aloof women. I feel so desperately and perhaps naively that all of aloofness and distance is not necessary. I get to the point where I am afraid to reach out to someone who looks aloof. It is definitely my own funeral. I am adrift in my own fault. A wailing wall is made of stone. I do not care for a wailing wall.

Aloof Muse

I feel a stab of compulsion to create an underground magazine. Contents of magazine -- ideas:

1. A room full of naked women sitting on a bed.
2. Six or more individual frames of women cuddling stuffed animals and dolls.
3. Several frames of women and men making love.

Muse: A Voluptuous Rendition

Muse: The Prostitute

Make as much a variety in shapes of women as possible. Each frame must be of top most aesthetic quality. Each frame should be a story in itself. Is the quick pace and shabbiness of underground magazines an acceptable mode? It seems that there is little individuality in each form (usually_ counting on the attraction to be the idea of the over all story. Is that what makes them pulpiest? Yep, most likely.

Nude Muse

My ink drawings have a fine point etching quality about them. I must render a great deal of time sketching women -- get back into the rhythm of their anatomy. I am out of phase.

Muse: Fanciful Breasts

Each frame (story) must be in my estimation of good taste. There is bad taste and vulgarity in presentation! Good draftsmanship is a necessity.

I think that an underground publication will produce definite (instant) attraction from an assortment of females.

Also (include) an assortment of loving animals in various frames.

Mouse Muse with Cane

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