ABSTRACT
In ancient India . . . the idea of human love . . . was justly celebrated in poetry, painting and above all, in the wonderfully free tradition of Hindu religious sculpture. Shyness, diffidence, delicacy of feeling were known as they are today, natural accompaniments to the love of human beings, but guilt and shame had not intruded where they do not belong. As late as the eighteenth century, and even into the early part of nineteenth, the prestige that love had in ancient India seems to have withstood the false new notions, as some of the paintings of the period prove, particularly when they tell of the life of Sri Krishna. Today, however, Puritanism infests India; but the art of Keyt stands for the truer, fuller view.1
