Kaitlyn Crawford

Home Is Where the Art Is


The house stands within a picket fence, the white paint peeling off its clapboards and dulling them grey like something out of a Southern Gothic novel. Tracing the pale yellow planks of the front porch, the illusion of simplicity begins to wilt, as mini succulents sink into pots of hot-pink pebbles, and four technicolor mailboxes allude to what’s inside: a wild world of whimsy that borders on obsession, as ironic art lines up to amuse, patterns pile upon patterns and paintings jostle for room on fruit smoothie walls in shades of pineapple, lime and strawberry-kiwi. Yet in the home of portrait painter Elizabeth Chapin, everything is necessary and nothing out of place.

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