Chapter 8: Griff hears the howl (with Annie Girard) I’d like us to take a moment to think about inspiration. Not the things that inspire us. Not out mentors or memories that drive our artistic nature. Not THEE- inspiration. Your mother. That one director. Not them. But the feeling being inspired. The fire of joy lit by the beauty of the world. The feeling of newness. The pop of perspective, showing a path you hadn’t before suspected. The fantastical become tangible. If jay-z can do it, I can do it. Those beautiful miraculous angels around us that, not only inspire us to create more new beauty that has yet to become, but also create for themselves. We are all made of the same stuff. There isn’t anything standing in the way of you creating something beautiful for this world. The howl is a call of inspiration. A call of hope from one artist to another: Don’t stop. It’s worth it.