This is probably a sign that I’m seriously deranged … but for whatever reason, carousel horses have always struck me as a bizarre, frightening thing when you stop to think and they aren’t surrounded by shrieking children.
Their faces frozen in a rictus of excitement – or is it agony? Or aggression? Something strongly felt but so deliberately vague that you can read into it as you will. Almost like they themselves are a photography, held still in time, from another world we can only see glimpses of and struggle to understand.
An odd and rather disturbing thing.