"Braque's studio was unlike any other studio my grandfather had ever seen. There were no windows, just yellowish incandescent lights. There were no plants, pictures other than his own, or objects or furniture of any kind, except for his three easels, his paints and brushes, and a carpet.
"The carpet was lush and green, very expensive, very chic. It extended from one wall to the other and he would lay a round, two-meter diameter dropcloth on it, under whichever easel he was working with. He always painted on an easel, one of the three he always kept. [italics my grandfather's]"