I SEE A SONG

Eric Carle's admirers will no doubt be dazzled by these childlike paint and paper collages, full of splash and color but signifying next to nothing. There's a crescent moon in blue next to a gold and orange sun, and on other pages fish, stylized human figures and facial features, and flowers made of dappled strips — all rearrangements of scraps that appear elsewhere as sheer, seemingly random patterns. A similarly patched violinist bowing at the start and finish is a reminder that it's all to be viewed as visual music — we'd call it sounding brass.