She conjured up the roiling, riotous art camp that was East 10th
Street in the 1950s, her home before this one; the leaky, cold - water lofts that she, Mr. Resnick, Franz Kline, Willem de Kooning and other members of the New York School colonized; the endless coffee
fueling the endless, passionate
debates; the feuds and factions; and the constant, hilarious presence of the F.B.I., trawling for the operators of the Mafia gambling dens the artists unwittingly shared space with.