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A father’s gift to a very young daughter, now an acclaimed book

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I was sent a downloaded copy of Christie’s catalogue which auctioned the book of nursery rhymes created and illustrated by George Keyt for his little daughter in 1938, which Diana Keyt entrusted to Christie’s for sale. The catalogue states “Untitled (Reasonable Rhymes); inscribed and dated: Diana Keyt/1938. Coloured pencils and ink on paper sketches with handwritten poems in a 23 paged sketchbook.

” Also on auction was a catalogue: “George Keyt: an exhibition of paintings – 1920s to 1990s – published in 1991 to felicitate the artist on his 90th birthday.” Inscribed in the catalogue ‘For darling Diana from George Keyt 7.6. 93.’ The Catalogue is “brought to you by Nishad Avari” Head of Dept at Christie’s with its main auction rooms in London and branches all over the world, including Mumbai.

I quote from the Lot Essay in Christie’s catalogue: “From western perspective, George Keyt’s work from the 1930s onward is described in the context of Cubism or Fauvism and compared with the oeuvres of Paul Gauguin, Georges Braque, Pablo Picasso or Henri Matisse. However, the sensuality and spirituality Keyt always imbibed in his drawing and paintings underscore their enduring connection with the classical artistic traditions of South Asia, from ancient frescoes and temple sculpture to Rajput court paintings and Kalighat patas. Grounded in these traditions, Keyt’s work rejected the limitations of Western academic art to embrace what we now term global modernism, paving the way for other artists in South Asia to forge new idioms of their own as well as a new artistic identity for the region.

“The present lot, an illustrated book of 23 poems … sheds light on a unique aspect of the artist’s early career, at the intersection of his expertise as an observer, artist and writer and his family life and role as a father. Filling the pages of his sketchbooks, these verses were, most likely, created to memorialize the stories of the varied cast of characters that Keyt painted on the walls of Diana’s nursery after she was born in 1935.

As she recalls “When I was born my father delighted in this new little person, playing and creating stories and pictures to amuse me. As I started to babble and then to talk, he put down these pictures and rhymes in a book.” (D Keyt, ‘Keyt’s sketches to a daughter’, The Sunday Times, Colombo November 10, 2013). The format of this book and its rhymes may be compared to the ‘nonsense rhymes’ of Edward Lear, and to the work of Ogden Nash and Roald Dahl, published later”

The couple of drawings and verses in the copy of Christie’s catalogue and the book now on sale at Vijita Yapa bookshops amazed me with their whimsical richness and the sure fire artistry in the sketched human and animal characters, family pets – Plato and Polly, heroes and villains, including actual characters like Auntie Suji (Sujatha Aluwihare – great friend of Diana’s Aunty Peggy) – and the dhoby. These real life and imagined human and animal characters were an important part of the three year old daughter’s life, and the father immortalized them for her and thus to posterity. “Keyt’s unique understanding of his child’s emotions and imagination, and his ability to represent them in his art and verse, is what brings this little book to life.”

The antics of the gombees are the most versified in the book; the gombee being the two year old’s name for the gombellas or golubellas who infested Kandy as I remember it of then.

“Whenever you see a gombee dance/You may safely say

That’s quite by chance / They seldom see themselves as others

For gombees never see their brothers.”

“The big trees cry/ The little trees hum

To see the gombees/ Come and come.

They bring their friends/ They come to the trees

They hang on the boughs/ And swing in the breeze.

Banda, Sumana, Sisily, Toby/ Went to the village to see the dhoby

To see the dhoby over the rocks/ And the little blue woman who darns the socks.”

Recollections

In 2013, to celebrate the century of her father’s birth, Diana published a facsimile edition of this special book so as to share the now world famous artist’s early talent and wit with other children. Included also were family photographs and on the cover was a portrait her father painted of her with her first born son. She said she recollects the joy of her childhood and hearing the wind in the rain trees and the sound of evening music of flute and tom toms floating over the water from the Dalada Maligawa across the Kandy Lake.

George Pervicival Sproule Keyt MBE (1901-1993) would have been connected to Cox Sproule, well known lawyer of Kandy who introduced the weaving of humorous stories around persons of Kandy starting with George E de Silva (apé George) and his malapropisms. He was the owner, I believe, of Green Café at Castle Street (now Kotugodella Vidiya) close to Trincomalee Street in Kandy, which was such a popular restaurant midway between elite Elephant House (patronized by Brit planters’ and businessmen’s families) and Paivas (famous for its Chinese rolls) and Silverdale open to the hoi polloi.

George Keyt was educated at Trinity College Kandy (TCK) but was never studious. He married Gladys Ruth Jansz in 1930 and had two daughters; Diana, his first born, in 1935. He must have had a job or jobs but soon after marriage left bread winning for the family to his wife who was a teacher at Trinity College. He preferred spending his time in the Malwatte Vihara imbibing Buddhist philosophy and absorbing art depicted lavishly in temples in, and surrounding Kandy.

I remember Mrs Keyt – a lovely, so dignified Head of the TCK Kindergarten. I substituted for my sister who was Grade 3 teacher when she went on maternity leave. I was just out of school and experimentally in sari wearing my hair in a ponytail. The little boys of Grade 3 hated me and when I wished them Good Morning first thing in the morning, their response was “When is our Sir coming back?” (even female teachers were Sir to them. I was not addressed thus because I was nothing to them!!).

In contrast Mrs Keyt was so welcoming, understanding and simply sweet to me. She guessed I was scared of my students so she advised me to just take no notice. She even advised me to enter for a Miss Ceylon contest or Air Lanka as an air hostess, sure my Kandyan sari would score points. I was certainly no beauty, not even pretty. Mrs Keyt was being kind to me to compensate for my difficulty in controlling the Grade 3 miscreants. Life was very simple and very natural then, especially in Kandy, six/seven decades ago.

Another remembered incident is one April when I was Head Librarian of the Overseas Children’s School in Pelawatte with the two libraries designated each year to organize Avurudhu celebrations to introduce this SL cultural event to expat kids. We rounded up volunteer students and acted Tamil and Sinhala rituals and customs celebrating April 13/14. For the Sinhala rituals we needed a boy to role play the father in sarong. One year around seven Sinhala boys in the middle and senior schools were asked whether they would oblige. All said they never wore sarong. Diana Keyt’s son who was in the library hearing some refusals, volunteered to play the part. “I wear sarong all the time at home, especially at night.” That is a memory embedded in my mind with its deeper significances.

I looked through the large sized book of drawings and verses at Vijita Yapa bookshop. Priced at Rs 2,490 (I hope I am correct), the coffee table publication is a treasure to possess. Christie’s catalogue I quoted from carried this very revealing information:

Price estimate USD 8,000 – 12,000. Price realized USD 69,300.



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The Division Bell Mystery

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Tales of Mystery and Suspense 3

The murder, in a private dining room in the house, is of a financier with whom the government was negotiating a loan. When this seemed difficult the Minister of Home Affairs agreed to lead discussions, since he had known Mr Oissel the financier when they were young. Hence the private dinner, but when the Minister stepped out for a vote, Oissel was shot just as the Division Bell rang.

The Brahms and Simon detective novels, the first of which I wrote about last week, were amongst several books by the pair that Robert Scoble gave me when I was in Australia towards the end of last year. Amongst them was another thriller of a very different sort, though that too was written and set between the wars.

Called The Division Bell Mystery, it was set in the House of Commons, the first such book I believe, and was by Ellen Wilkinson, a Labour MP who became Minister of Education in Attlee’s government after the war, having served previously as Parliamentary Private Secretary to several ministers. Her hero Robert West is also a PPS, but a conservative, and his Minister, of Home Affairs, is an old style aristocrat, not much loved by the less orthodox Prime Minister, who nevertheless needs his support on many occasions.

The murder, in a private dining room in the house, is of a financier with whom the government was negotiating a loan. When this seemed difficult the Minister of Home Affairs agreed to lead discussions, since he had known Mr Oissel the financier when they were young. Hence the private dinner, but when the Minister stepped out for a vote, Oissel was shot just as the Division Bell rang.

West was just outside the door when the shot was heard, and when he opened it saw only the dead body with a revolver beside it. The assumption that this was suicide was however challenged by Oissel’s grand-daughter Annette, who was his heir, on the grounds that he would never have killed himself. But her view was given greater credence by the Inspector put in charge of the case who said there were no burn marks on the body which would have been the case had Oissel fired the pistol himself.

Matters are complicated by the fact that Oissel’s flat had been burgled while he was at dinner, and Jenks the policeman allocated to him, who had served the Home Secretary and seemed more acceptable to Oissel than someone from the Security Service, had been killed. Matters get even more complicated when Annette says her grand-father’s notebook in which he wrote his secrets in cipher was missing.

That was found in Jenks’ pocket, and then a photographer came to West to say he had been asked by Jenks to photograph this. More worryingly for West, he finds in the Home Secretary’s drawer a few pages from the notebook with what appears to be an interpretation of the cipher.

Ellen

Overwhelmed by all this he confides in a recently created peer who knows all about the business world, who insists that they leave the house party at which they had met over dinner and discuss the matter with the Prime Minister who promptly summons the Home Secretary.

But the Home Secretary had gone to Scotland to launch a ship over the weekend, so the meeting could take place only on the morning of the Monday, when difficult questions were expected on the adjournment motion. He admits at the meeting that he had got Jenks to take the notebook, and also that he knew the code since it had been created by him and Oissel when they were young.

He thought he should resign, and even contemplated suicide, but the Prime Minister told him that that would be even worse for the government, and that he should go home to bed. The Prime Minister said that he himself would handle the question, which he did with aplomb, insisting that confidentiality was needed until the inquest. What had happened would be made clear then, he declared, leaving West and Inspector Blackit and Lord Dalbeattie what seemed the impossible task of solving the murder.

Dalbeattie had suggested that West ask a female Labour MP who was very fond of him to get what information she could from the staff. That there was some involvement there had become clear when West, going back late one night to collect a briefcase he had left in a dining room, found someone lurking in the dark in the corridor outside the private rooms. Room J, where the murder had happened, was meant to be guarded throughout by a policeman, but he had left the room having felt dizzy, and it seemed that his coffee had been drugged. West’s sudden appearance however had prevented anyone else getting into the room.

Dalbeattie decides to recreate the scene of the murder and has a dinner party in Room J on the Tuesday night, inviting West and Annette and the society hostess at whose house he had met, and also Patrick Kinnaird, an MP who was engaged to Annette, as well as the Permanent Secretary to the Home Ministry.

After coffee Inspector Blackit comes in with Grace, the Labour MP who had got the confidence of the staff, and a journalist who had also been helpful, and just as they say they think they are on the track the division bell rings. Grace jumps up and tells the Inspector that that provides the solution and they get a ladder, and sure enough find the revolver in the space where the bell is. Directed at the place where Oissel had sat, it had been primed to go off with the ringing of the bell. The waiter who had helped to set things up made clear who the murderer had been.

The reason for the murder and the confused motives of all those involved made for a fascinatingly intricate mix. But also impressive in the book were the descriptions of the isolation possible in the crowded premises of the house, the forceful characterization of the members – Grace based on the writer, the society hostess based on Nancy Astor, the first female MP – and the laid back nature of senior politicians which West realized had to change in the brave new world of high finance.

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The challenge of keeping value-based politics alive

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Anti-migrant protests in Durban, South Africa. BBC

The current outbreak of anti-immigrant protests in Durban, South Africa is bound to have taken many a subscriber to value-based politics or political idealism quite by surprise. After all, this is evidence that despite the historic accomplishments of nation-builders of the stature of the late President Nelson Mandela it cannot be taken for granted that identity politics, including racism in its worst forms, is no more in South Africa.

At the time of this writing details are scarce on the substantive root causes of the protests but it could very well be that economic grievances, particularly on the part of the majority community in South Africa, are contributing considerably to the disaffection. Shrinking employment and material prospects are likely to figure majorly among the factors igniting the unrest.

Fortunately, the local authorities in Durban are losing no time in calling for peaceful co-existence among the relevant communities and are pointing to the vital importance of stepping-up national integration processes. Apparently, immigrants in sizable numbers from neighbouring countries are present in Durban. However, international TV footage of the protests quoted some local authorities as saying that the majority of the immigrants in some centres that housed them were not illegal migrants and had the documents that entitle them to be in Durban.

In the Durban protests the world has fresh proof of the socially divisive consequences of the gathering globe-wide economic disaffection, touched off particularly by the continuing crisis in West Asia. Going ahead, the world would need to brace for increasing identity-based unrest of the kind it is just witnessing in South Africa.

Considering that the material lot of ordinary people everywhere could only aggravate progressively, with the US and Iran showing no signs of negotiating an end to their confrontation any time soon, it will be left to the more democratic and progressive sections of the world community to initiate positive measures collectively to bring a measure of relief to the discontented.

The swiftness with which such relief will be provided would depend crucially on the importance those sections taking up these undertakings attach to value-based politics as opposed to Realpolitik of power politics.

Going by these yardsticks, Italy could be considered to be moving in the right direction. Recently Italy came to the fore in initiating the collective named, ‘Rome Coalition for Food Security and Access to Fertilizer’, which has as one of its aims the swift provision of fertilizer to economically weak African countries.

In a recent statement Italian Minister of Foreign Affairs and International Cooperation, Antonio Tajani, said that a principal aim of the project was to ensure that the farmers of Africa gained easy access to fertilizer, considering that food security is a growing concern among some of Africa’s economically vulnerable countries.

The statement went on to mention that some 30 countries hailing from the Mediterranean region, the Middle East, the Balkans as well as the FAO had been invited to join the coalition. The venture is far-seeing in that food security is main among the reasons for social discontent which in turn could degenerate into endemic political turmoil and bloodshed. Separatist violence and geographical fragmentation of countries wouldn’t be too far behind these developments, as Africa itself has often proved.

It is hoped that more G7 countries would take the cue from Italy and do what they could to ease the hardships of economically distressed countries, particularly of the global South. In these efforts they would need to break rank with the US, which is today brutally indifferent to the consequences of its policy of making ‘America First’, come what may.

Going by current developments, the Trump administration seems to be blithely oblivious to the wider, deleterious effects of its policy course in West Asia. Besides rendering Iran militarily and otherwise impotent nothing else seems to matter to Washington, as regards West Asia. This is policy short-sightedness of an extreme kind. After all, right now West Asia could be said to be sitting on the proverbial powder keg.

On the other hand, Iran is not giving the world the impression that it is doing anything constructive to get out of the policy straitjacket that it wove for itself decades ago. Rather than enter into a policy of ‘live and let live’ in relation to Israel in particular and initiate a process of reconciliation with the latter, it has chosen to operate within policy parameters that continue to damn Israel. This has put Israel always on the ‘defensive’ so to speak and prevented the opening up of space for meaningful dialogue.

That said, Israel is obliged to explore the possibilities of entering into a negotiatory process with the Arab-Islamic world that could lead to a de-escalation of tensions and bloodshed. It cannot continue to look at its neighbours through lenses that distort them as archetypal enemies who should be ‘wiped off completely from the face of the earth.’

In other words, the need is urgent for Realpolitik to give way to value-based politicks. Italy is beginning to prove that the latter approach could be pursued with some success. May be the EU and the UK could throw their weight behind these initiatives as well and establish that international politics could be refashioned on the basis of humane, civilized norms. The UN would need to be fully supportive of these moves and prove an organizational nucleus of the operations that follow.

In fact the time is ripe for people of conscience to collectively stand up on the side of peace and say ‘No’ to war and violence. Organizations such as the ICRC, the WHO and Medicines Sans Frontiers have already taken up this call. Referring to the widespread destruction of health facilities and their dehumanizing results these organizations have said, among other things, that ‘This is not a failure of the law. It is a failure of political will.’

True, ‘failure of political will’ among those powers that matter accounts for the runaway, uncontrollable nature of war and destruction in contemporary times, but more fundamentally it is a failure of the human conscience. It could very well be that the phenomenal levels to which violence and war have been unleashed today have had the effect of deadening consciences. This is a matter for urgent study and wide discussion.

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Vesak celebrations … with Cuteefly

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Perfect for celebrations, gifts, and meaningful occasions // Gift pack

I would describe Indunil Kaushalya Dissanayaka as innovative and creative, and she operates under the name of Cuteefly.

Indunil always comes up with something novel to celebrate special occasions, and she does it with candles … and that’s her profession.

She was in the spotlight when she created a happening scene, with candles, for Christmas, Sinhala and Tamil New Year, and Valentine’s Day.

As lanterns light up Sri Lanka for Vesak, the Colombo-based candle maker is quietly turning wax and wick into little pieces of the festival.

Candles reflecting Vesak themes

Her candles reflect Vesak themes – light, peace, remembrance, giving, etc., to enable you to fill your Vesak celebration with devotion and beauty.

Among her Vesak creations is a lotus-shaped soy candle, scented with sandalwood, lavender, etc., meant to burn during this Vesak Poya Day.

Indunil Kaushalya Dissanayaka: Customers
praise her for her creativity

These handcrafted Vesak candles are perfect for offering at the temple, she says.

What makes her creations so novel is that they come in different shapes, scents, themes, and all are handmade.

What’s more, her customers have heaped praise on her for her creativity.

According to Indunil, her creations are perfect as a thoughtful gift … to bring beauty, unity, and light into every moment.

Says Indunil: “Our beautifully handcrafted Unity candles are designed with premium detail and love, making them perfect for celebrations, gifts, and meaningful occasions.”

Cuteefly, says Indunil, is available online.

Readers could contact Indunil on 0778506066 for more details.

He Facebook Page is: Cuteefly.

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