Carrousel Sep 16, 1968

A visual poem, vivid, lyrical, as intriguing in its colour fantasy as in the beauty of its images. This is an escape from a merry-go-round of painted horses suddenly turned to flesh and blood, making a wild plunge for freedom. But these are horses of extraordinary colour--lime, mauve, bronze and gold--as if caught in some mysterious kaleidoscope of the dawn. A triumph of technical virtuosity, these unusual effects were achieved in the printing process.