Chapter Eleven
AMSTERDAM, 1615
Three weeks later, they were already working at easels in their new studio in a modest house on Prinsengracht. Nico had proved a revelation. Clara smiled to herself thinking of it, though he was far too engrossed in painting their table piece to notice. His ability to organise everything so smoothly had completely floored her. Good furniture had arrived for which he seemed to have paid very little. The same applied to all their artists’ materials. It had taken her a while to understand what an easy way he had with people and how his charm won them over. They liked him, so wanted to help. She was self-aware enough to know she had none of it herself. Perhaps the opposite, in truth. Though she suspected this was innate in both of them. She certainly knew she w
