His studio was quite small and very tidy, hardly a sign of work being done. Canvases stood neatly in racks wrapped in brown paper. A tube of paint lay here and there and some wax. There was plainly no chance of photographing Mr. Johns in action, as the editor at Life magazine wanted. Anyway, I liked the flashlight enormously and was more than happy to have him sitting with it. He talked about Cy Twomley to my assistants, Caroline and Edrick, and took no notice of the writer. She kept asking me to photograph him with his dog