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Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
    The flying cloud, the frosty light:
    The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
    Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
    The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
    For those that here we see no more;
    Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,
    And ancient forms of party strife;
    Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
    The faithless coldness of the times;
    Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
    The civic slander and the spite;
    Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
    Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
    Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,
    The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
    Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.

"In Memoriam A.H.H 106"
by Alfred Lord Tennyson

For more Tennyson…
  • Listening to: (Kate Bush)
  • Reading: Seven Centuries of Verse
  • Playing: Fallout 3
  • Eating: Pizza
I hope that everyone is doing well! It's been a long time for me to get back into my art but I knew I couldn't stay away forever. I have a small stack of drawings that need coloring; "Be careful Little Eyes" is the first one I finished.  Hope it's enjoyed!

  • Listening to: Casting Crowns
  • Reading: The Sword of Shannara
  • Watching: Old Movies
  • Playing: waiting for Dragon Quest IV DS
  • Eating: Chicken, Lots of Chicken
  • Drinking: Water

...The pictures are gone now because that part of me is gone, I had a hard time looking back, so I consider this a new start and I'm looking towards the further, which I'm still trying figure out. On some days that has me reeling. But I'm still here and still itch to pick up my pencil. I just have to figure out what is waiting to be expressed.

Sorry if I sound so emo but I guess I have always been a little bit deep and it seems even more so now.
  • Listening to: My heart pound in my chest
  • Reading: to keep the darkness out
  • Playing: in budtown, in Animal Crossing
  • Eating: because I have to
  • Drinking: for the same reason
Close to the bottom now it seems. Any day now, with God’s will, the upward climb. It’s dark down here and scary. Looking up I see the light but the weight of these chains make haste imposable. One step at a time; stop looking back you fool there’s no changing what you’ve done. Keep focused on the light or you’ll lose it. There‘s a hand here; take it…


Soak me in your laundry and I'll come out clean,
      scrub me and I'll have a snow-white life.
   Tune me in to foot-tapping songs,
      set these once-broken bones to dancing.
   Don't look too close for blemishes,
      give me a clean bill of health.
   God, make a fresh start in me,
      shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life.
   Don't throw me out with the trash,
      or fail to breathe holiness in me.
   Bring me back from gray exile,
      put a fresh wind in my sails!
Psalm 51 (The Message)

I don’t think this is goodbye, just a curtain change.
Pray for me.

  • Listening to: My heart pound in my chest
  • Reading: to keep the darkness out
  • Playing: in budtown, in Animal Crossing
  • Eating: because I have to
  • Drinking: for the same reason
Act I

Music played like a movie sound track. It was haunting with ghostly lyrics that followed my every step. It rose and fell in intensity to match the events as they unfolded. Right now it plays slow and gothic as I walk across a rooftop somewhere in Manhattan. Above me the stars are faded; they've lost the battle with the city lights below, which blaze forth brilliant and breathtaking. As I near the skyscraper's edge, the sound of traffic gets louder and the beat of the music builds to match the scene. Because I can't feel anything, I step out onto the ledge with the wind in my face and my arms in a crucifix stance; I feel my heart begin to beat. The music gets louder, drums pounding in my head. Can I fly? I know I can't…but I want to try.

Act II
The Quest

Sanity touches my shoulder and pulls me back from the verge. Her touch is soft and warm, flowing through me like Sunday morning coffee, and now the music fades to nothing more than wind chimes.
"You must keep your feet on the ground," she said. "You are meant for something more."
"What?" I needed to know.
"I can't tell you," she replied. "You must find out on your own."
The music picks up a rock beat, and electric guitars add exclamation to my words.
"But I've been searching for years," I argued.  "I've traveled the world looking for the answer in the eyes of a thousand of strangers."
Her gaze never wavered from mine.  "What did you find?"
I lowered my eyes as I admitted, "Only that they were looking too." The music slowed down, and I could hear a saxophone moaning a sad tune.


I needed to feel sanity's warmth again so I reached out to touch her, but my hand passed through her. The music held its note.
"I don't exist," she explained with a sad smile.
"But you're here," I reasoned.
"You made me."
I shook my head, confused.  "So I saved myself?"
"That's the way it works.  No one can save you but yourself. They can give you choices, but in the end only you can choose."
Then sanity left me, and she took the music with her.

Act IV
The Choice

I lay down under the faded stars to make my choice. And I decide that I don't want the answer anymore.  I want the question! I want to see the question on their faces. I want to pick up my pencil and draw their eyes. I want to draw them looking for the answer because that's what drives them—not the answer, but the question.

By Griff
Special Thanks to Amanda Griffin whose editing skills allow for a smoother read.
  • Listening to: Brand New
  • Reading: The Reaver Road by Dave Duncan
  • Playing: Guild Wars Nightfall
  • Eating: Christmas Cookies
  • Drinking: Milk of course
Ok the ToU is up! Thanks to the hard work from all my friends at Griffsart PSP we now have a solid set of rules that will let my art reach new heights of enjoyment.  Thanks Gals

If you still have questions email the group here ->

                                            Griff's Terms Of Use

1. Please use this email for all PSP/tagging enquiries. . Greg also has a Yahoo group here ->… for fans of his art.

2. Please credit all art used clearly with Greg's name & site. ©Gregory J Griffin ""

3. Greg allows his art to be used for sigtags, websets, email stationery etc but ONLY for non-profit use. If a payment is required to reach and/or use Greg's artwork, then it may not be used there. Nobody may profit or "break even" financially in any way from the use of Greg's artwork. His work may not be used on any site which has a Donation button.

4. Greg requires that his work not be used on any site which promotes or encourages race discrimination or the violation of human rights in any way. Some of Greg's art portrays artistic nudity but it may not be used or changed in such a way that it represents pornography.

5. Do not mix Greg's art with any other artist's work. Stock imagery, accents, scrap elements, posers and other tubes/elements are allowed as long as the original creator allows their use with another artist's work. Experienced taggers will know what is meant by this. If in doubt, mail your query.

6. Minor colour alteration is allowed. Resizing (in proportion) and tubing is allowed.

7. Animation is allowed, on both the background and/or the main image.

8. A very few of Greg's artworks may not be used. These are ones where he has used stock imagery or photography. These pieces are clearly pointed out in the comments in his gallery & most are obvious photo manipulations rather than drawings.

This ToU was written by the Griffsart PSP group and approved by me.    
Thanks Griff
  • Listening to: Cold War Kids