Resumé	Artist Bio	Exhibitions	Artwork
QTVR - Quicktime Virtual Reality Movies (qtvrs made by eric hutchins) Please wait while frames load inside the movie. Once loaded click in movie, hold curser down and scan around the room.
		QTVR - Load Time: 3 min Inside the middle
		QTVR - Load Time: 3 min Paintings along the walls
		QTVR - Load Time: 4 min Lower angle of room
		Collection of Memorabilia Detail Photograph
		Her Sewing Area Detail Photograph
		Grandmas Red Sweater Detail Photograph
		November 21, 1994 Detail Photograph
		Inside the Installation Room Detail Photograph
		Collection of Hand Pulled Prints schematic drawings of inside the home with photo-etchings Detail Photograph
		Collection of Hand Pulled Prints prints mailed to deceased grandparents. marked unkown address. returned to artist. Letters opened on Exhibition Night
		Ceramics and Pillbox Detail Photograph
		Viewer Walking Inside Detail Photograph
		Viewer within the room Detail Photograph
		Within the Installation Room Detail Photograph
		Coming Soon - 6 minutes: Video Art piece looped during exhibition
	Artist Statement      Old haunts from childhood can lurk in the corners of ones mind forever. The house still sits in the little town in Maine. The home has a new life beating inside her chest, but the old memories of what it was still enrapture my mind. Only I'm left with illusions. The two lilac trees acted out as blossoming pillars guarding my Grandparents Home. The sweet enchanting smells of fresh foods from the garden outside. the red bicycle I would invent into my own personal car to park in the driveway. My grandfather and I would walk around the house as if on our journey across the lands of time. He would tell me about the home and its history. About the family memories he had with my mother. About the memories I was forming at that moment. The Home seemed quiet in my youth. Acting its part and never demanding recognition. But it had a way of enchanting me without a word spoken. I believe she's speaking to me now. Asking where have we gone? Where are the families she once knew and protected? She's silently haunting my mind until I return to her. Speak to Me. ~~Rebecca Krupke