Only a few furnishings were given the green light: a built-in floating desk; a long, low sofa; a few squat chairs and an ottoman; the kitchen cabinets. The purplish-brown walls echoe the mauve carpeting and the pinkish-gray concrete bricks to create a distinctive, unlikely palette that makes one feel as if they’re hibernating inside a womb-like cave. That sensation, of being enveloped, is punctuated only by a few artifacts and books picked up during her travels throughout America, Europe and Asia; paintings and letters given to her over the years by lovers and artist friends such as Henry Miller, Jean Varda and Eyvind Earle.