“Tell me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?”
(Shakespeare, Merchant of Venice, III. ii. 63-65.)
If one is a rodent, I would guess Fancy is bred in the better class of trash can. Remember Templeton at the Fair?
Well, so far, so good. I didn’t spill water on the page, nor did I set it on fire, nor did I misspell anything. I will say that drawing wisps wasn’t easy, nor did I find a satisfactory way to do so. All I could think of was fog. We’ll see where the wisps lead us.
